Trojanman
06-15-07, 02:08 PM
my fatigue increases
my happiness decreases
the clouds begin to populate the sky
isolation creeps up beside me
pulls me away from the world
i walk away from the urban jungle
and head to the way of the mountain range
where there's my wildlife than people
i approach the intersection of young's way
and elder lane
my minds at the crossroads
in a mixed decision of where my heart's at
i'm young BUT right now i feel like i'm old
so i walk up elder lane
towards that dark forest
i hear crickets chirping
frogs belly's expanding as they communicate with each other
sheep crying
monkey's chanting
i look up at the sky and see time as day transfers to night
the trees cover the moonlight as the cloud free themselves
from their job of being a depression
the fireflies serve as my guide through the night
i look around and see green eyes possibly of wolves and owls
down the lonely road i see a cabin made of outcast trees
that didn't see to fit in with the pack
i open the door and see an old man
bald with a grey beard that hinted his age
told him i needed a place to stay
i looked past him and on the wall, saw that the name
of this inn was the morgue
my heart jumped in my ribcage for a second
my eyes revort back to the aged man
and he says that the vacancy is full
i said thanks looking back at him
he had this smile on his face like he seen me before
i continued to walk
having that feeling that he was gonna see me again
my happiness decreases
the clouds begin to populate the sky
isolation creeps up beside me
pulls me away from the world
i walk away from the urban jungle
and head to the way of the mountain range
where there's my wildlife than people
i approach the intersection of young's way
and elder lane
my minds at the crossroads
in a mixed decision of where my heart's at
i'm young BUT right now i feel like i'm old
so i walk up elder lane
towards that dark forest
i hear crickets chirping
frogs belly's expanding as they communicate with each other
sheep crying
monkey's chanting
i look up at the sky and see time as day transfers to night
the trees cover the moonlight as the cloud free themselves
from their job of being a depression
the fireflies serve as my guide through the night
i look around and see green eyes possibly of wolves and owls
down the lonely road i see a cabin made of outcast trees
that didn't see to fit in with the pack
i open the door and see an old man
bald with a grey beard that hinted his age
told him i needed a place to stay
i looked past him and on the wall, saw that the name
of this inn was the morgue
my heart jumped in my ribcage for a second
my eyes revort back to the aged man
and he says that the vacancy is full
i said thanks looking back at him
he had this smile on his face like he seen me before
i continued to walk
having that feeling that he was gonna see me again