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Nothing is real
Nothing to hold onto
Holding things
In one's hand
Soon turns to dust
Flowing with the wind
Quickly moving somewhere else
Leaving you
To be someone else's
Going away
Because it can
Leaving you
Because it has grown tired of you
Nothing is real
Nothing to hold onto
If nothing is left
Then no one is anything
So if no one is anything
Then love is not real
For love is something
That falls from reach
Then possessions are something
That will pass away
Pride will fall
Out of one's reach
Stance will sink
Into the ground
Everything I hold turns to dust
Quickly leaving me
For the wind
Nothing is real
So if nothing is real
Then love is a lie
Soon to pass
Soon to fall
So if nothing is real
Then possessions are dumb
Soon to pass
Soon to fall
What is it all worth?
Why go on?
What's your reason?
Let me know
 wolf ie · Sat Sep 02, 2006 @ 12:40am · 1 Comments |
