Do You Think Of Me?Do You Think Of Me?Do You Think Of Me?
Thoughts suffusing my mind with their difficult weight. Unable to focus for fear of past mistakes. Unwilling to act on my loneliness, my fate. I've known what it feels like when your heart breaks.
Thoughts of things gained and lost over the long years. Of how our lives were when there was nothing but me, And her, and our tiny dreams hiding in our minds, Buried, deep, dark recollections, dark and nasty.
I dare not to think about the past anymore, 'Cause it brings me to a purgatory of pain. Emotional pain that I can only avoid. I mus
RenewalThe field in the evening is bright, The grass, normally dull, tan, and flat, Is lit to flame by the setting sunlight, Spread out over ground in a golden red mat.Renewal
The sky is filled with clouds, like cream, Filling the horizons overhead, A landscape like that which you find in a dream, Or in heaven, after you are dead.
Am I alive? I test my life state. I smell the wind, dust and mud. I realize that death is not my fate. Just to be sure though, I look at my blood.
I feel the pain, and I know it is real. I am alive, and I feel pain. But there
On the SystemI look at this tattered system and see, Mothers filling out hospital forms During the last moments of their child's life. Why are these the norms? Why is this the way the world is? Who says it has to be this way? They tell us, "That's life." Life shouldn't be this cold and gray.On the System
I look at the tattered system and think, What can I do against the global monopoly On thinking. Is this the way it has to be? All of us nice little robots, performing In the way a programmed circuitry Should. Into the muck of society we sink.
Into the cold, gray muck that
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