Thumb pointed with
a questioned confidence.
Face red,
wind is not a friend.
Human against machine,
nature a spectator.
All alone on a black floor,
the stars are her only companions.
The moon gives off a sinister smile.
To hide from it is only for fools.
A comet streaks across the sky,
A wish is made but no reply.
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Let's pretend we are in a dream, where all good things happen, only happiness is supreme...Let's pretend the trees are golden, the night is cold and it's just you and me...The silence is forbidding, to many only a pure fantasy...The stars twinkle bright in the heavens...You kiss me soft ,no words can fit the scene.
That's the way it was the first night I met you...Like
a flower blossoming in the spring...You gave me a reason to sing...A
dream that did come true...Now that you're gone...what can I do?
Sometimes I wonder if it's just all there...Am I kidding myself, how do I know you really care...Then I stop and think of the fun we had, little I know...It was enough to make me see, how much you think and care about me.
That's the way it was the first night I met you...Like a flower blossoming in the spring, you gave me a reason to sing...A dream that did come true...Now that you're gone...what can I do?
Now I know what must be done, somehow it's like the rising sun...Every new day that it brings, with the birds oh how they sing... Everyday I will think of you, in the morning when the sky is blue...In the evening when I go to sleep, a dream like this is hard to keep.
That's the way it was the first night I met you...Like a flower blossoming in the spring...You gave me a reason to sing...A dream that did come true... Now you're gone...What can I do?
In this world of men and women when life just isn't worth living...When people crowd you from all sides, then you're the one who needs a guide...People staring you in the eye, trying to see if you don't lie...Don't be yourself, you have to conform...Then they say you weren't even born.
If this my friend is happening to you and you don't know where to run or what to do...Take this plastic people, take them by the hand...Twist them, bend them, it's your turn to take a stand...Tell them that you want to be, not a slave but someone free...To live in a world of peace and love, where no one is below, no one is above...Where people can walk hand in hand and there is harmony, not hate, all over this land.
Yes my brothers and sisters I would do this, for the plastic people cannot persist...They have no real convictions, no real mind...This is why you should strike them blind...You have to be free, to live like you want to be.
