Friday, August 25, 2006
fall
one train to uptown
one train to downtown
one train to midtown
but where's the the train to notown? it's there somewhere look in closely, the map doesn't lie.
you don't believe in it, you'll never find it.
ready or not, things are changing.
leaves are slowly turning, every fibre losing color. green little fairies, pink little shoes and brown paper bags crunched up on the sidewalk. autumn is near. the winds are singing a different song, the clouds don't like to speak to anyone anymore. they just rain and move on.
every color knows your name, but not every color wants to be your bestfriend. small babies make you fall in love with them even before the future can make room for itself.
when rooms are empty, they like to be left alone for a while. we however like to go in and make it our own little retreat, we are selfish people. call me when you know how to cry, call me when i have nothing to say anymore.
polaris you like to shine. but i don't see you.
when your eyes open, you don't see me
for a while your eyes open,
you don't see me
for a while your eyes open
you don't see me
you don't know
who
i
am
no, you don't know
who i am.
paradise fall,
paradise fall
paradise fall
fall to my feet.
3 Comments:
"every color knows your name, but not every color wants to be your bestfriend."
pata nahi kyun, but this line hits home.
The clouds line just summed up everything.
Great job!!
:)...