Written By: Graham
I go there when I'm sleeping
In other words: I go to sleep when I need to escape you
The cold school in the background washes up with the ocean and the scenery disappears as I come back to reality to find that the only escape from the ones who annoy me exists but only in my subconciousness, on my subconcious street.
The night is everlasting in the place from whence I came
Sporadically I reappear from the dust of another out of someone else's free will
Which makes me a copy of someone else
No matter what I do, I'm always the same.
So desperate we run to the fire in hopes that we'll burn up to become one with the earth and the stars.
Forget it, I want to become one with myself
It's a waste of time
The fires of a lost generation misplaced along with grade ten english term marks burns brighter than ever, and the core is not an ember but a burning desire for freedom of expression.
Through words it's lost.