Untitled On Purpose
Fingers spread across the keyboard
Thoughts reach out to emptyness
Feelings stretched to make them last
Mind lost in the wilderness
Night and day left in the past
By and by and why and why
The broken record plays
Breaks and leaps just like my heart
Never turns to always
Black and black and will not sleep
To and true and shallows deep
Nonsensical absurdity
Splintered, broken melodies
Memories I cannot keep
Disjointed, mangled harmony
And gone
Gone to the place that exists for me
And me alone
And gone
Gone to my life the way I see it
To show you my life the way I see it
Try and try and sigh and sigh
And shout the soundless roar
That follows me where e'er I go
And begs me shout it more
I hear the pain and beauty sweet
The foolish man's profundity
The calmness of the crashing storm
The order in a wild swarm
The radiance of a simple form
The nonexistence of the norm
And life
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