cheesetray
2024-04-29 14:41:09 UTC
Tangled Up in Wind
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In a mystic land….
far....far away, where
magic dreams
are made of clay, and
nothing
is as it seems….
Colors fly ‘round
‘fore my eyes. They tell me
it's a world
of lies. Do they even
hear my cries?
What does it all even mean?
Nobody comes, nobody
cares. No one helps
with my affairs. All alone,
like another lost sheep,
without a love
to hold and keep
Do you even...remember
my name?
To you it's all just
a rock star game
And you think I like it
just the same. I'm not here
for world-wide fame
This is way too hard
too much to ask. A burden
unwelcome, the heaviest task
I know my place, that I
come last. I ran
to you, I moved too fast
So now we're here
we’re hangin’ on
So many men...have come
and gone
Yet still I sit here
all alone
Waiting for you to call me
on the phone
Year after year, it
never ends...
Barely two words to me
you send. And you're supposed
to be my friend...
My ship’s a wreck, torn
and rend
I *could* go on, but you
get the point. You took my heart
to anoint. Yet off you head
to another joint
leaving me behind
to disappoint
.
.
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Hypnotist Collector
4.16.2016
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.
faithfully yours,
-cheese
.
.
In a mystic land….
far....far away, where
magic dreams
are made of clay, and
nothing
is as it seems….
Colors fly ‘round
‘fore my eyes. They tell me
it's a world
of lies. Do they even
hear my cries?
What does it all even mean?
Nobody comes, nobody
cares. No one helps
with my affairs. All alone,
like another lost sheep,
without a love
to hold and keep
Do you even...remember
my name?
To you it's all just
a rock star game
And you think I like it
just the same. I'm not here
for world-wide fame
This is way too hard
too much to ask. A burden
unwelcome, the heaviest task
I know my place, that I
come last. I ran
to you, I moved too fast
So now we're here
we’re hangin’ on
So many men...have come
and gone
Yet still I sit here
all alone
Waiting for you to call me
on the phone
Year after year, it
never ends...
Barely two words to me
you send. And you're supposed
to be my friend...
My ship’s a wreck, torn
and rend
I *could* go on, but you
get the point. You took my heart
to anoint. Yet off you head
to another joint
leaving me behind
to disappoint
.
.
.
Hypnotist Collector
4.16.2016
.
.
faithfully yours,
-cheese