Meet me in the nearest mountain

August 17, 2012 § Leave a comment

Bumped trunk in the forests’ grass

I see no road to ride

and sides covered vastly by the seems

 

Travel wide and far

stoically heard those words

kept your feet on go

 

And it shifts, o, it shifts

bursting down the ladder you climbed

praying for someone that never hails

 

Meet me then in the nearest mountain

where the shatters are mine

and falling is fine

 

Meet me in the nearest mountain

hanged, petrified in one only place

swinging the chorus of life

 

And in the nearest mountain

one will you find me intermittently

I calmly await

staring the calm lawn

far away from where you are now.

 

– Key

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