RiCterMan
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Joined: Jun 10, 2005
Location: Madison, OH
Posts: 742
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| Posted: Sun Oct 29, 2006 2:11 pm |
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This was written between yesterday and today, and it is about how I feel like an outsider to society, and left out of the like-mindedness of the musicians I admire. It's called, "Everyday Person".
"Everyday Person"
I don't stand out; I'm an everyday person.
I walk amongst the slaves, while I long to be free
to actualize my visions- what slaves call dreams.
I'm an everyday person left to amuse myself,
and bland to me is today.
There's a constant tomorrow that burns my eyes.
I cannot look away.
I cannot look away.
I'm harnessed energy.
(Interlude, envisioned.)
I don't mix in, though I'm an everyday person.
I'm tangled up in slaves. How I long for release.
-to float on my pool of visions; no slaves asleep.
I'm an everyday person, left in restrictive hell,
and bent to me is the way
of the constant settled for pain of eyes.
I do not feel the same.
I do not feel the same.
I'm a muted melody.
(Interlude, envisioned.)
(Chorus):
I'm an everyday person.
I stand against my will.
I'm a silenced symphony.
My heart- the loudest unheard choir.
(Outro Interlude, envisioned.)
EnD
I hope some of you like this, or can relate to it, or whatever... Later!
--RiCk->* |
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