I've traveled quite a distance being so young
I've had snow flakes and warm rain touch my tongue
I can't count how many times I've turned that corner
But I go it alone and I feel like a foreigner
I'm thrown out, I am hurled
Into a giant scary world
Oh, there are so many places to be
So, which one is right for me?
I'm tired of all this travel
And all this loose gravel
Where do I find the ability?
To wind up in nihility
Drive up and around the bend
That is bound to have a dead end
I don't want here or there
I want to be nowhere
Chaos, lightning bolts and thunder
Really gets me to a wonder
Why do most avoid
The peaceful silent void?
And how many times
Has the troll's bridge burned down
How long has he questioned
Why he's still around?
Friday, March 5, 2010
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3 comments:
rain, snow gravel. All this was brilliant.
I like your use of nihility
and the answer is because there is still much more to be done.
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