Lonely Blind Girl
Aside from a low, lonely whisper,
she hears a strange noize;
a hammering sound of desolution
-it´s her brain.
Nowhere around
is her red, lovely sweater.
Still, she bares no hate,
towards us nor against us.
Becouse, hate only leads away,
not the right way; just far,
far from here, to a different day.
Her voice is deep & low
yet she´s 8 miles high
from artificial snow;
she touches the sky.
Colors of spoken language,
she knows not to sence;
leaking sounds, rising grounds,
she smells happiness & thinks of righteusness.
Then, through time´s endless circle,
she leaps, or at least she tries to;
but she tumbles.
rolles & crumbles,
& though she rises,
still she stumbles.
So, she has a brand new vision
on the mental obsession
that makes her mind
find a thought of depression.
Another dimension
with greater expansion
gives her a taste
of an eternal solution.
It´s a better place
for her race
or at least
that´s what she
chooses
to belive.
she hears a strange noize;
a hammering sound of desolution
-it´s her brain.
Nowhere around
is her red, lovely sweater.
Still, she bares no hate,
towards us nor against us.
Becouse, hate only leads away,
not the right way; just far,
far from here, to a different day.
Her voice is deep & low
yet she´s 8 miles high
from artificial snow;
she touches the sky.
Colors of spoken language,
she knows not to sence;
leaking sounds, rising grounds,
she smells happiness & thinks of righteusness.
Then, through time´s endless circle,
she leaps, or at least she tries to;
but she tumbles.
rolles & crumbles,
& though she rises,
still she stumbles.
So, she has a brand new vision
on the mental obsession
that makes her mind
find a thought of depression.
Another dimension
with greater expansion
gives her a taste
of an eternal solution.
It´s a better place
for her race
or at least
that´s what she
chooses
to belive.