pagansrule!
02-05-2006, 05:52 PM
I see myself in the morning.
I see my self in the sun.
Every moment is just a warning.
Every moment tells me to run.
I see myself fixed to the seconds.
As they perish constantly on the clock.
Their deaths every minute make life beckon.
They make me stand up and take stock.
The planet spins around on its axis.
Somewhere else people greet the sun.
Every day nobody relaxes.
Always running under the gun.
The oceans wash the land without stopping.
For eons it has been ebb and flow.
They will be moving as our lives are dropping.
For life and death are things they do not know.
I’m feeling much as dust in a spotlight,
Screaming out that I’m significant.
Yet I know this sentiment is not right.
The life we live is not ours to grant.
In the end our whole world will crumble.
The silent Earth will never shed a tear.
On its journey it won’t even stumble.
It won’t even care that we were here.
We bury our obsession in worlds coming.
Predicting things that have yet to be.
The beat of progress we are daily drumming.
Never sure just what we want to see.
I see myself standing on a cold street.
I turn my eyes toward the azure sky.
So many questions life has for us to greet.
So much to know now before we die.
I see my self in the sun.
Every moment is just a warning.
Every moment tells me to run.
I see myself fixed to the seconds.
As they perish constantly on the clock.
Their deaths every minute make life beckon.
They make me stand up and take stock.
The planet spins around on its axis.
Somewhere else people greet the sun.
Every day nobody relaxes.
Always running under the gun.
The oceans wash the land without stopping.
For eons it has been ebb and flow.
They will be moving as our lives are dropping.
For life and death are things they do not know.
I’m feeling much as dust in a spotlight,
Screaming out that I’m significant.
Yet I know this sentiment is not right.
The life we live is not ours to grant.
In the end our whole world will crumble.
The silent Earth will never shed a tear.
On its journey it won’t even stumble.
It won’t even care that we were here.
We bury our obsession in worlds coming.
Predicting things that have yet to be.
The beat of progress we are daily drumming.
Never sure just what we want to see.
I see myself standing on a cold street.
I turn my eyes toward the azure sky.
So many questions life has for us to greet.
So much to know now before we die.