Losing control (Looking back one sunny afternoon)

Going back to the beginning of it
I’ve left it behind and forgotten it
By now I’ve nothing left to say
Well, nothing except, I will do it again

Back to the times before, when I knew
That English did help me to form words
Words never spoken again, just once
Written on a paper and then never read

Losing control over my hands while writing
Thinking of the misery all around the world
Looking up in the sky one sunny afternoon
Seeing the sun shining over a crystal clear lake

Back to the simple things like being myself
So self centred that I couldn’t believe it was true
Well, now is the start of something brand new
Thinking of what I’ve missed out on, after all this time

Flying around the world looking out above clouds
Watching the world fade away as I shine even more
My glowing eyes hurt my soul, but I’m saved
I won’t even mention that I feel bad right now

Losing control over my hands while writing
Thinking of the misery all around the world
Looking up in the sky one sunny afternoon
Seeing the sun shining over a crystal clear lake

Pillows with flower patterns and white stripes
Listening to music that just blows me up inside
Crumbling heads without brains and no feelings
Listening to trees and even lamp post which talk

Empty chairs in a crowded room without windows
Losing control once again over my hands
Written down on a paper is some words not at all important
Spoken by skeletons and perhaps even Poe himself

Never more I repeat in my head while hours pass by
Never more and more or less the loss of nothing
It doesn’t matter even if it really did sometime
That time was a time, very long ago, in the past

End

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Poem by The Punk Rocker

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