miércoles, 8 de septiembre de 2010

The Fairest Of The Seasons

Now that it's time. Now that the hour hand has landed at the end, now that its real. Now that the dreams have given all they had to lend, I want to know,do i stay or do i go? and maybe try another time, and do i really have a hand in my forgetting?

Now that i’ve tried, now that i’ve finally found that this is not the way. Now that i’ve turned, now that i feel its time to spend the night away. I want to know, do i stay or do i go?
and maybe finally split the rhyme, and do i really understand the undernetting?

Yes, and the morning has me. Looking in your eyes, and seeing mine warning me to read the signs carefully.

Now that it’s light, now that candle’s falling smaller in my mind. Now that its here, now that i’m almost not so very far behind. I want to know, do i stay or do i go? and maybe follow another sign, and do i really have a song that i can ride on?

Now that i can, now that its easy, ever easy all around. Now that i’m here, now that i’m falling to the sunlights and a song. I want to know, do i stay or do i go? and do i have to do just one, and can i choose again if i should lose the reason?

Now that i smile, now that i’m laughing even deeper inside. Now that i see, now that i finally found the one thing i denied. Its now i know, do i stay or do i go? And it is finally i decide, that i’ll be leaving, in the fairest of the seasons...


Nico, que real.

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I do have utopian fantasies. A lot of them are more - I wouldn't say spiritual, but they relate more to the imagination and the individual. But for me socialism is a way of trying to put far-fetched ideas into everyday use, trying to find a way to bridge the gap between that fantasy and reality, and reaching out across that gap to the people who can actually do something to make the change.