I've lost myself so many time that I've lost my way
you showed me the way, you showed me the way
it was written in your eyes, deep inside your soul
the way was to write, and I've followed your path
you gave me things to write on, you gave me things to write on
it was you, I never felt this way, this strange
you're a stranger showing me the way, you're the path
you gave me so much I can't tell, I want to write on you,
about you, for you. Because in a way you're me
I did not choose you, I did not choose you
but you're here, deep, deep, deep inside me
I must have chosen you, I must have
you showed me the way, but I don't think you realize it
now I have a direction, now I will follow this direction
thank you H, I'm too afraid to say your name
I don't know who I am, I still know the path
the path I've seen, am I the only one?
I must be the only one, I want to be the only one
Midnight skies, a white moon above them. Maybe a couple cigarettes, or a joint i'm not really sure. But by these nights you need smoke gently comming out of your lungs and going to reach the moon. Because you wont. It's funny or depressing how you always stay on your space rock and never get to go anywhere else. You'll always stay on the same literally shitty soil. Resigned to live under an economic regime that dictate what you will like, find cool, dislike, hate. An economic system that choose to help or not help you, and people with disabilities know that it rarely choose to help you. So they will let you die. If you're dead you can't show the flaws of that system anymore. Because humans are now meant to produce, to work. But if you can't work you're not seen as a human. This goes with any ideology that sees work as the way you're meant to live. From fascists to social democrats they want you the alcoholic to be dead rather then have to pay you food, t
Commentaires
Enregistrer un commentaire