Thursday, October 1, 2015

Insatiable self 

You hold on to something, that's not yours 
Oh self. Is that what they call, the unachievable?


Someone who lives and breathes in your dream 
Oh self. Why you keep on repeatin'
Is that the goal or the path leadin'
And the cup or the bearer feedin'
a tempest and you're drownin'
Till a point of no returnin'


story your silence is revealin'
and the distance keeps on shrinkin'
by the sun - you'll be feelin'
yet you made me give up hopin'



Nothingness sourrounds and yet
this faith doesnt die.


Is that what they call? The unachievable?
Love?
My insatiable self.

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