MOREOVER
12-01-05, 06:17 PM
My mind movement is zooming.
More over all other thoughts escape the dooming
So called destiny ruined
turning it into only a plot
a weak plan for him to get dropped
and held up on another drawing board with someone’s fears of getting caught,
I rott with dirty scoundrels and play the odds
to deal with the cost of living as free as my mind allows me to be
but when my eyes are closed darkness is not all that I see
my thoughts are locked on to something pretty and fine
my hands want to hold someone who knows the essence of time
to make her mine would be so possessive
she deserves the world its hers to do with as she wishes
she’s seeing with her mind’s eye and finding another reality
another place that exist deep and on the other side
where souls know best
and hearts confess
Stories unfold and the truth escapes to enlighten the blind
Lives are restored by the beholder of beauty who finds something to adore
Some one to hold hands with while in search of
a new love
found, we explore
each one has learned and teach what each one can earn
this is priceless, moments like this insist
something grand is rewriting freedoms plan
a new avenue represents the classic view of the true
loved and cherished are these confessions of a knowing soul
opening hearts so ice cold blood begins to flow
once again awakened by the rush by ignoring the idea
that it maybe another minor league crush
making a love concrete enough to touch
taking over time by making it no rush.
More over all other thoughts escape the dooming
So called destiny ruined
turning it into only a plot
a weak plan for him to get dropped
and held up on another drawing board with someone’s fears of getting caught,
I rott with dirty scoundrels and play the odds
to deal with the cost of living as free as my mind allows me to be
but when my eyes are closed darkness is not all that I see
my thoughts are locked on to something pretty and fine
my hands want to hold someone who knows the essence of time
to make her mine would be so possessive
she deserves the world its hers to do with as she wishes
she’s seeing with her mind’s eye and finding another reality
another place that exist deep and on the other side
where souls know best
and hearts confess
Stories unfold and the truth escapes to enlighten the blind
Lives are restored by the beholder of beauty who finds something to adore
Some one to hold hands with while in search of
a new love
found, we explore
each one has learned and teach what each one can earn
this is priceless, moments like this insist
something grand is rewriting freedoms plan
a new avenue represents the classic view of the true
loved and cherished are these confessions of a knowing soul
opening hearts so ice cold blood begins to flow
once again awakened by the rush by ignoring the idea
that it maybe another minor league crush
making a love concrete enough to touch
taking over time by making it no rush.