This comes from the deepest of chambers From the darkest of wells That is to say The sullen sunken hollows Are the windows of my madness The gears and cogs Turn constantly on end In a vast and wild circular motion And roaring engines hum Causing great commotion With all this wear and tear It's sure to break down The inner workings will vibrate out of harmony And come undone with a chattering clamoring clatter Belts snap and steel thunder claps Detached in mystic river flow Who is writing this I will never know Slipped away Gone with the violet sunrise Penetrating rays now beaming from my eyes I guess this is farewell You know I had a good show What a shame it is One I will never know
totally excellent! i think it is something we can all find a part of ourself in and really relate too....i know i can....but yeah freaking righteous man!
despite the mechanical metaphor , I sure enjoyed this a lot. I was going to say I liked the last 2 stanzas the best, but it was all good.
Thanks man. It's interesting how we both had the same kind of thing going on. Only my machine is my mental state and not my physical body.
Unlock a phrase and turn a daze into a maze with a prize in the center. You are your world's own inventor, and I of all vehicles appreciate that.
