Wednesday, April 29, 2009

An Inch Away

The sound of the rain
Hitting the ground,
The streets vacant
Dirty and bloody,
Black top, broken bones,
Left turn
To the middle of nowhere,
And everything feels wrong,
Being simple never felt right.

Sometimes I feel like driving
To no particular place,
To ease my mind,
And heal this pain inside,
Sometimes I feel like doing nothing
I can avoid liars, problems and misery,
But sometimes they find you.

Only way,
Look ahead, climb the mountain,
A broken heart, a damaged path,
Nothing should prevent dreams,
Rise to the top,
The sound of the heart beating,
Endless waves, feet in the ocean,
Speechless when you find it.

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