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    'Spilling my Guts' (a poem while drunk)

    Drunk Poem, Sorry if it doesn't make sense.

    Young and Free
    You live life
    Open roads and
    Dreams you dream
    Without fear
    Life is good
    Nothing makes you scared
    Nothing to be afraid
    Your young and free
    Without care

    But life moves on
    Without you
    It leads and leaves
    You say goodbye
    to what you once knew
    and what you'll never know
    Friends come but now gone
    new things promised
    but delivered when?
    Your moving on
    But something
    Something inside trapped
    and Lost
    It left you

    Where is all you once knew
    Broken dreams
    Promises you keep
    Are broken too
    You play that record once again
    With or Without you
    With or Without you
    I can't live
    And as you hear the words cry
    Same words you heard
    But they sound so strange
    That you give yourself away
    That you give yourself away

    The music plays behind you
    It's the same you heard
    When you were young
    But now they surround you
    with the lies you told
    And face you kept

    This world is not for you
    It's some other place
    Another time
    This world not made for you
    Too much hurt
    And faked smiles
    As change makes way for new things
    It's the static of that music sound
    That is here to remind you
    Of the road you take and nothing lived

    Somewhere in the distance
    Or another world
    Another life
    Is where the words can filter
    Your sorrow and cleanse your soul
    But today, here, and now
    I listen on with heavy heart
    To music I once remember
    But now used and broken notes
    One day I will meet you
    In another World another Time
    This World is not for me
    It's for lucky one's only stars shine

    Once young and free
    I loved life
    Now old and torn
    I don't don't believe
    Life can take you many ways
    Many roads, many gates
    But still my beating heart goes on
    For another day
    I wake and pretend the feeling's over
    But in my life, it's here to stay

    Music that once filled my soul
    The sound of that rock n roll
    Today sounds empty - not alive
    Like the way I feel somewhere inside
    Last edited by RSK; 19-03-08 at 05:07 PM.

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