if jokes n' dreams were synonymous

n’ after a while... you no longer feel the pain to see it go..... away from you..... n’ you’re not so sure why can’t you feel so..... i always thought the one who lost somethin’ always have somethin’ more to lose ...... somethin’ more to give away...... i don’t know if i was wrong then or i’m wrong now. but somethin’ doesn’t matter anymore..... n’ all you can do while you stand there in the causeway is give a shallow smile..... for somehow you don’t feel like payin’ the tears. it’s the least form of rebellion one can impose.

       

i was lookin’ for a name
for i didn’t want to die without it
jokes i told not only to laugh
for they came true unlike those cast away dreams

i feel i still don’t regret
the stolen attention i snatch sometimes
me.... the rebel without a clue....
the unoriginal stranger!

       

[+/-] expand/collapse this post...