some kind of abstraction.

My photo
somewhere in space
physics makes us human bitches.

14 October 2009

twilight galaxy.

Did they tell you
You should grow up
When you wanted
To dream

Did they warn you
Better shape up
If you want to
succeed

I don't know about you
Who are they talking to
They're not talking to me

I'm higher than high
Lower than deep
I'm doing it wrong
Singing along

Did I ask you
For attention
When affection
Is what I need

Thinking sorrow
was perfection
I would wallow
Till you told me
There's no glitter in the gutter
There's no twilight galaxy


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