Old Man Meet Pt. 2

by Victor   Apr 23, 2008


I hold my breath and think of you
One image in blue
And before i fill the room in red
I think to myself instead

I've been waiting for years
Tempted to release riots of tears
Convinced the tree needs the soil
And the fish need the water
Like a brick I'm sinking further

Yet twisted in these chains I wait
Wrapped around ideas of hate
Mind closed to repair the rape
And please don't rewind the tape

And with no room to swim
And no next of Kim
I'm left with no sense to live
Though ideas get created
And words get unstated
Your mind stays unrated

Convinced a rose needs her thorns
Like a bull needs his horns
You show a stronger form
Yet conceal your room to grow
And play a different kind of show

So with this in mind i hit rewind
The old man meet re-tracks my time
I sing the same old song
Get the same words wrong
Maybe ill just hum along

Created without a place
Coffee that has no taste
Lost without a trace
Bullets that have no case
Lineswithoutaspace
Your beauty without a face
World without a race
Criminal without a case
It all ends in heavy waste

I put the gun down
Walk along the hidden lines
Like when the ocean meets the sand
We'll meet again through hidden signs
Guess ill wait again with time

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