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Thursday, September 19, 2013

The King That Knew He Was a Fool


Fools and Kings
Reason and dreams
Horror and trills
Silliness and seriousness

 I’m going to die.
I’m going to die.
And I don’t know why.
And I don’t know why.
If I could touch the sky
Still the breeze
From your hair
Remember the blue & greens
And every small thing.
If I could live
Simply & Stupid
Instead of knowing I blow it
Maybe I wouldn’t be spending time
In the darkest corner of my own mind

 Goodbye.
Old friend,
Goodbye.
You were once so kind to me but,
Goodbye.
Time has played the notes—the same notes
Once too many times and the melody
Has becomes just noise
When now old friend
I need to say goodbye.
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