Sunday, April 26, 2009

I have a secret

Chips of rocks
floating down the hills
No further, no higher
Icarus burns in the sun
Wait, wait, wait for it to be night
Careful, it isn't one
Repeat, recycle, relive, repeat
Make it rain
with promises you shall pay for
over and over and over again
Forget forgiving freedom,
but never forgive forgetting freedom
Too many meanings
All is nothing and nothing is all
Rain down the river
even blood can melt the snow
Forget, repeat, forgive, recycle,
and no one is free
but I have a secret.

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