Sunday, March 24, 2013

Fame Game

Undivided attention, the hideous characters mark the road,
The wheels give way to the creatures crawling and the death seems too cold,
No wonder the weather seemed so much jaded,
The colors and light of the city and people are faded,

Dust rolls up the alleys, dried up left alone deserted,
The daylight is heavy, yet no one is left affected,
No one rings a bell, the rest seem to lay in the pool mourning,
Crying over the demise of their soul, happy with their petty earnings

Dig it up, the answers, the reason, those brought you here,
You are the problem, the 'soul'-ution is with you to share,
Nudge out of the small creaks to catch the early sunlight,
Don't be afraid to take the step and get ready for the fight,

March on to the top, blow the horn and begin the game,
Gulp down the moment that may sprinkle over you pinch of shame,
Because you are not alone waiting to be heard and paid,
You are just another one of his creation fighting the rest for the distant fame.


The masters of the seas and the sun,
Inside the broken branches lies hidden my gun,
I might try to keep it away from me,
I am not propelled, it just the feeling of being free,

Loud noises and hidden cravings beckon the animals,
The woods worry me; the misty winds bring my spine to a crackle,
The bottle and a pipe in hand, nights feel like light,
With the soft guitar and moon by my side I am ready for the flight,

Far away from the shallow roars of the world,
Let there be no one for me to be heard,
For this night and the next night to be followed,
I am fresh and ready waiting for my soul to be swallowed,

Heavy and those ineffective distant dreams, full of sorrows,
Re-structure your thoughts; come out of the deep dead wallows,
All the stabs and their still open wounds remind me of the love,
Crush the penchants left behind, and aim for the sky above.