passing

May 27, 2010 11:25

no argument
no ideas
and no more fighting

paradigm
i'm waiting
shifting

watch the sunlight through the leaves
hear the propellers overhead
paint the shadows away

she lives like a mystic
i can't match up
the drapes are so thin that
i feel tragic

the color of the sky in my dreams haunts me
i can feel it coming on
there is no stopping

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