Grains of sand slipping through
Fingers outstretched
Everything seems outstretched now, the limits
Of the Law are falling to pieces, falling
Falling
Between our grasp, so helpless.
Coming out of a cage and blinking
In the sudden light
Though through the bars you could see everything
But it somehow wasn't real
Reality
Why does nothing seem real anymore?
Watching a hamster spin on a wheel
Spends his life
Running for something he will never catch up with
We keep on running
To nowhere
In particular, just to run away.
Our eyes open in wonder, at sights we never see
Yet we overlook others
Simple things that are beautiful, but
Insignificant
In a world of anaesthetic beauty.
We never really feel a raw emotion, rules
Were made to be ignored
Everybody says what everybody does inside the
Aloneness of a crowd
We want to be different, but our biggest fear is being alone.
Nonsensical, is any of this remotely logical?
Just an aimless ramble
A string of words that mean nothing at all
But when combined
Create poetry
Poetry in motion, but words cannot describe.
Fingers outstretched
Everything seems outstretched now, the limits
Of the Law are falling to pieces, falling
Falling
Between our grasp, so helpless.
Coming out of a cage and blinking
In the sudden light
Though through the bars you could see everything
But it somehow wasn't real
Reality
Why does nothing seem real anymore?
Watching a hamster spin on a wheel
Spends his life
Running for something he will never catch up with
We keep on running
To nowhere
In particular, just to run away.
Our eyes open in wonder, at sights we never see
Yet we overlook others
Simple things that are beautiful, but
Insignificant
In a world of anaesthetic beauty.
We never really feel a raw emotion, rules
Were made to be ignored
Everybody says what everybody does inside the
Aloneness of a crowd
We want to be different, but our biggest fear is being alone.
Nonsensical, is any of this remotely logical?
Just an aimless ramble
A string of words that mean nothing at all
But when combined
Create poetry
Poetry in motion, but words cannot describe.
- Music:Bayside
