Monday, April 12, 2010

Catalyst


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I’ve been measured. My times not been my own
Guided by something superior, something that’s been there all along

My hearts been racing, my feet have been pacing, my minds been facing
A catalyst of change, meant to rearrange, the feelings isn’t to strange

A familiarity, in all its insanity, no longer a profanity
Welcomed lunacy, it’s not always a hypocrisy

Caught in my head, fusing instead, ideas being fed

Fed through my veins, leaving stains

In my heart, from where it was always meant to start

Discussions, judgments, words not of my own
I never said I wanted to do this alone

Nevertheless, my own dreams, or so it seems, the ideas beam out like light
What contemplation, what an idea, that could cause such a sight
So ill keep thinking, I’ll keep dreaming, closing my eyes at night

Don’t keep me waiting too long, you can find me in my dreams on stage…..singing my own song…………

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