Tired daydreams
Tired daydreams and
worries about rollercoasters
and funpark rides going 'round
The last bottle of beer
stuck to the ground
too tired to stay awake, yet
to dizzy to sleep
When I see the paper
all stays white, the blue ink stays dead, it
won't creep up and form
the words that must be somewhere in my head
So much remains unsaid
While I am sitting on a bench
in regretable condition
watching old clips from
the head of a radio
Taking away my mind
while my body stays behind
In regretable condition
Reacties op dit gedicht
| de nifter: | Donderdag, mei 06, 2004 07:36 |
| eindelijk die laatste bierfles op de grond. dat liedje begon me toch al de keel uit te hangen ;P overigens dank voor alle lof, dat geeft de burger moed |
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| The unreachable: | Woensdag, mei 05, 2004 21:53 |
| Hehe..coool | |
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| Auteur: Cypher-punks | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Carama | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 05 mei 2004 | ||
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