agosto 30, 2003
I'm Open
A man lies in his bed in a room with no door
He waits, hoping for a presence; something, anything to enter
After spending half his life searching, he still felt as blank
As the ceiling at which he stared
He is alive, but feels absolutely nothing
So, is he?
When he was six he believed that the moon overhead followed him
By nine, he had deciphered the illusion, trading magic for fact
No tradebacks...
So this is what it's like to be an adult
If he only knew now what he knew then...
I'm open...
Come on in...
I'm open...
Come on in...
I'm open...
Lying sideways atop crumpled sheets and no covers he decides to dream...
Dream up a new self for himself...
estava eu aqui a dar uma espreitadela por aqueles que já começam a ganhar pó(e a aperceber-me que tantas outras coisas belas me escaparam!) quando dei de caras com este... E apesar das inúmeras vezes que ouvi este poema, nunca o senti como agora, neste momento. :* :) saudades.
Dito por: meg no dia 24 de novembro 2003, às 13h45:)*********************
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e matá-las quando? hoje chiado 18h30... quarta chiado 18h30???
Dito por: dolphin.s no dia 24 de novembro 2003, às 13h50