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wanna get up and jive

I often wish there'd be someone watching, as I put on my silent show, throwing lights across the rooftops, far below. I wish someone could hear the rhythm inside my head, the words that flow so momentarily, before the spirit's dead. I sometimes wish I knew what is held in store for me, I'm so tired of always looking, want to close my eyes and see. At times I wish the nights weren't so long, weren't cold, wish I could grow out instead of growing old. I fall among the voices, thrown into the air, I dance among lost souls, alive and shining there.

My mind keeps falling back, on evenings spent with you, so beautiful and free, so foreign and so new. I don't know how to feel, so shy but still so bold, but with you I feel I'm growing out, never growing old.

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Sr. Arquiteto said…
I guess that I understand what you're saying.
Guess that all these words means something to mee.
These wishes, always goes after someone.Someone to be there.To be in another place, in other time, day, year.
To feel that time passes but we're still the same.This kinda sucks.
To wish for yeasterday and not tomorrow, 'cause we kinda know that nothing's gonna change for now.For now, but I still hopes that someday everything's gonna be alright...you know? kinda cliche...but it's true, I hope for that, is something that I try to grab.
take care.
September 10, 2009 at 5:25 PM
pihzaz said…
Cute =)

I hope that feeling lasts forever man.
September 11, 2009 at 6:43 PM
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