When people start talking to me, a mile a minute, without actually saying anything worth listening to.
This blog is an introduction into my soul and mind, a pathway to the many things that make up me. Here, I will peel back the layers that hide my soul and expose it for all to see. I welcome you dear reader and fellow bloggers, to read my works and humor me by reading my posts. And if asked, I will return the favor.
Friday, September 28, 2012
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Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Florence + the Machine - Shake It Out (Lyrics)
This has been my song for the past week. I never really paid any attention to them. The only time I did, was when Dog Days Are Over came out. The only reason I even stumbled upon this song was because of Glee. They made their own cover of Shake It Out and I thought "WOW" and had to look up the original version. I immediately fell in love.
This describes so much of what I went through. I don't want to get into that but this song means so much to me and I play it at least once a day. I already learned the lyrics through repeated listening. Give it a try.
Time
Time
Minutes ticking on a clock
An intangible thing
that rules our life
Another form of drug that
we are dependent on
Time
An elusive concept
Memories locked away
in the realm of space
The wasted seconds
The moments lost to ignorance
and death
Time
Numbers that mock us when we can't sleep
Numbers that sneer at us when we're late
Time
A meaningless word that holds no true value if wasted
But we spend so much of it wishing away
instead of chasing our dreams
Time
Something we don't have
A limited thing that if not used
Can not be regained
It moves on
without even glancing our way
Time
A thing so precious
it's abused.
Minutes ticking on a clock
An intangible thing
that rules our life
Another form of drug that
we are dependent on
Time
An elusive concept
Memories locked away
in the realm of space
The wasted seconds
The moments lost to ignorance
and death
Time
Numbers that mock us when we can't sleep
Numbers that sneer at us when we're late
Time
A meaningless word that holds no true value if wasted
But we spend so much of it wishing away
instead of chasing our dreams
Time
Something we don't have
A limited thing that if not used
Can not be regained
It moves on
without even glancing our way
Time
A thing so precious
it's abused.
Friday, August 10, 2012
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