Myriad of Thunder and Color
If only.....
Oh ti's a thing to have an imagination
Such a place to hide and find solice
So many colors all around,
Walking through breathing in, joy
beauty, and life
So much life.
And now what shall become of me?
Is it truly all meaningless?
If it is, I am nothing.
I have thrown it all away.
Why can't I let these dreams go?
Why do I always feel this BURNING in me!
I know it will never happen. I will never be that person. So there I run,
to my imagination, where I can fly once again.
I wish always to be a boy!
Oh ti's a thing to have an imagination
Such a place to hide and find solice
So many colors all around,
Walking through breathing in, joy
beauty, and life
So much life.
And now what shall become of me?
Is it truly all meaningless?
If it is, I am nothing.
I have thrown it all away.
Why can't I let these dreams go?
Why do I always feel this BURNING in me!
I know it will never happen. I will never be that person. So there I run,
to my imagination, where I can fly once again.
I wish always to be a boy!
posted by randompoet
at 8:39 PM
Sunday, April 16, 2006
2 Comments:
i wish you always to be a boy, also.
i'm slightlycreeped out by that line!! :S
Wow. I'm slightly creeped out at the fact that society has screwed with language so much to the point where you can't even quote puritanistic literature without someone getting slightly creeped out.
It's from Peter Pan! Read the Poem the whole thing is about finding one's Neverland!
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