Thursday, February 12, 2015

Scribbling

He still writes
She still does not reply
He still spills his heart out
She still asks why
He still wonders about forever
And she doesn't know the answer

He is ready to go
Bags packed
Boots strapped
Focused on the target
The ultimate mission
He's here for something

He finds his peace
In the realm alone
He guesses
Happiness is the key to all
But it's not
It's your doom, your fall

They don't make sense
He doesn't understand
He doesn't want to know
He likes to be pitied
But in fact he doesn't
Just someone that will care enough

It doesn't matter
He's used to it
He's not worried
If he finds it or not
Cause in the end
His thirst won't be satisfied

He wants to be like them
Ignorant, happy
But he is better then they are
He just can't accept it
He's too smart for the world
The world is not enough







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