Saturday, November 2, 2013

My Mind Is Kept




How do I feel about taking
My last breath?
There's nothing worth saving
When put to the test.
How do I know where I'm going
After my death?
The wind will be blowing
When I sink to the chest.

I see the rain coming o'er the hills
Did you win your bet?
I used to sing in the poppy fields.
Still my mind is kept.

I've lived the life of a nomad
Been to the stars
Seen the great places
Of a foolish young heart.
Learning to grow a bit closer
To those I hold dear
Has shaped my whole story
The host is now here.


I see the rain coming o'er the hills
Did you win your bet?
I used to sing in the poppy fields.
Still my mind is kept.

Now the fire has died
Victory denied
One last aim at hope
That hope now is gone
Off to somewhere beyond.
Laying in my bed
Dreams will rule my head
Night time guides my fall
I've given my all

I've broken the wall.

1 comment:

  1. I love this. I cry so much. I cry *too* much.

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