Monday, September 27, 2010

A Reach for Perspective

Everything seems to be so desolate; so far away
The closer I reach, the more things become consumed in grey
There’s a vision I've had, one that’s hard to explain
But with every explanation, it becomes washed away by rain
You're here just to change my perspective; change my life
Just stab at my dreams with a sharpened knife
But with every little change comes a deeper insight, still unclear
The more I realise, the less I seem to hear
Because everything becomes buried, covered in soil
Here's another attempt, perhaps this one won’t spoil

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