homeyjay
09-11-06, 07:07 PM
the walkway is always lit
but i prefer the shadows
see them fight for the light
many offer all that they have
the fit is not what they sought
yet a decision has been made
who makes it out and who stays
at the fork i choose the opposite
peculiar how the masses are wise
at day their chatter is blaring
in the night i hear the sadness
eyes always paint the canvas
i hear laughter as i pass by
the heart is not in junction
they stare 'til i'm not in sight
forgotten is the humbleness
sadly for the rest of our days
they all be taking many bows
but no one wants to clap
the spider webbs accumilate
we wonder what is really left
the floorboards start to creek
as the foot steps get nearer
i began to think who's next
but i prefer the shadows
see them fight for the light
many offer all that they have
the fit is not what they sought
yet a decision has been made
who makes it out and who stays
at the fork i choose the opposite
peculiar how the masses are wise
at day their chatter is blaring
in the night i hear the sadness
eyes always paint the canvas
i hear laughter as i pass by
the heart is not in junction
they stare 'til i'm not in sight
forgotten is the humbleness
sadly for the rest of our days
they all be taking many bows
but no one wants to clap
the spider webbs accumilate
we wonder what is really left
the floorboards start to creek
as the foot steps get nearer
i began to think who's next