This space is dedicated to the loving memory of the Pink Floyd lyrics that once stood here. But somehow, the opinion/wish of my good friend mattered to me more than those words. And so I’m leaving this space blank. In memory of the lovely words and as a mark of respect to my friend. Hope you are somewhere out there, reading this, showing your braces…
Amen.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Friday, May 1, 2009
Understand
The river asked the sun
Why do you shine upon me?
To warm me
Or to dry me?
The sun smiled,
He had nothing to lose
Its fire,
The river cannot douse
He thought to himself,
I try
I try to warm the river,
Warm the water
And warm its soul
And still it is doubting me
This is unfair.
The mountain asked the sun
Why do you shine upon me?
To warm me
Or to reduce me to ashes?
The sun smiled
He had nothing to fear
Its altitude,
The mountain can never bear...
He said to himself,
I burn
I burn to warm the mountain
Warm the soil
And warm its soul,
And still it is doubting me
This is unfair.
It had been decided
Sun would be vast
And brightest,
But he was not amused
To the slightest,
He fought.
For the river to be as long
And winding,
Fr the mountain to be as high
And soaring,
But they thought he was fighting
For himself,
To be brighter
Not trusting him
Distancing him,
And in the end
Every was out in the cold
'Cos the sun was too far.
Alone and smiling
He was misunderstood,
He had done all
That he could
Sad, yet smiling
Hoping that it would end soon,
Hoping that there would be some stars
And a moon.
Why do you shine upon me?
To warm me
Or to dry me?
The sun smiled,
He had nothing to lose
Its fire,
The river cannot douse
He thought to himself,
I try
I try to warm the river,
Warm the water
And warm its soul
And still it is doubting me
This is unfair.
The mountain asked the sun
Why do you shine upon me?
To warm me
Or to reduce me to ashes?
The sun smiled
He had nothing to fear
Its altitude,
The mountain can never bear...
He said to himself,
I burn
I burn to warm the mountain
Warm the soil
And warm its soul,
And still it is doubting me
This is unfair.
It had been decided
Sun would be vast
And brightest,
But he was not amused
To the slightest,
He fought.
For the river to be as long
And winding,
Fr the mountain to be as high
And soaring,
But they thought he was fighting
For himself,
To be brighter
Not trusting him
Distancing him,
And in the end
Every was out in the cold
'Cos the sun was too far.
Alone and smiling
He was misunderstood,
He had done all
That he could
Sad, yet smiling
Hoping that it would end soon,
Hoping that there would be some stars
And a moon.
Another Mundane Day
Now i am dreaming...
Dreaming about the things
That could be,
About the smoked out minds
That wont change,
About the lowly life that exists
Pathetic silly and strange
And now i am seeing...
Seeing the facts
That are, and that will be
Or will they?
The empty faces
And the empty souls,
The packed spaces
And only the smiling dolls
Now i am wishing...
Wishing the wishes
The smouldering ashes
Shall rise again,
The hidden stashes
Will be cleaned again,
And the storm will cease
Like it never was
And now i try to dream
Again...
The same dream
That could be.
Dreaming about the things
That could be,
About the smoked out minds
That wont change,
About the lowly life that exists
Pathetic silly and strange
And now i am seeing...
Seeing the facts
That are, and that will be
Or will they?
The empty faces
And the empty souls,
The packed spaces
And only the smiling dolls
Now i am wishing...
Wishing the wishes
The smouldering ashes
Shall rise again,
The hidden stashes
Will be cleaned again,
And the storm will cease
Like it never was
And now i try to dream
Again...
The same dream
That could be.
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