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The Day Dreams Died

A Surprise LeftA Surprise Left Posts: 743
edited January 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
The Day Dreams Died

Just a little hatchling
As I slowly find my way around this labyrinth
Some call it a game
A wiser man may call it life
I feel the world is my oyster
Someday i'll have it all
The years pass by
And I see that another day mianders by

Today was careers day in the old school yard
So pre-occupied with occupation
All going to be doctors, lawyers and investment bankers
Me..I'm going to be a drummer when I grow up
"Hey Billy you can't do both" they say to a raptrous applause

The jokes continue at my expense
"Hey Billy what do you call a drummer without a girlfriend?...homeless
When was the day when we arose from dreams?
We've got to live to work
Only to see your first love take half of it away

Why is it that I do what I hate and hate that I do?
And that I just can't do what I know what is right?
Seems they're a chip off the old cornerstone
But are they just like me?
Don't know where the show ends and reality begins

Another day slowing finding my way
Amongst this maze of post-modern thought
For if it is really goo to you
What makes me any different to these animals
That have escaped our concrete zoo?
(Second time alternate to "These animals that we've saved in our concrete zoo)
I hope I don't live a life of regret
Lament the star I know I can be
Must see that sunset I plan to be

(Alternate to following second time)
Why have I lived this life of regret?
Lament the star I knew I could have been
Never rose to see that sunset I always planned to see
__________________
The wind is blowing cold
Have we lost our way tonight?
Have we lost our hope to sorrow?

Feels like were all alone
Running further from what’s right
And there are no more heroes to follow

So what are we becoming?
Where did we go wrong?
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  • Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    Originally posted by A Surprise Left
    Why is it that I do what I hate and hate that I do?
    And that I just can't do what I know what is right?
    Seems they're a chip off the old cornerstone
    But are they just like me?

    These questions always seem to go unanswered, don't they?

    I guess it's because we're asking ourselves. :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • ExodusExodus Posts: 212
    i really like the part
    "pre-occupied with occupation"
    thats stuck out in my mind
    Between the conception and the creation

    Between the emotion and the response

    Falls the shadow.
  • A Surprise LeftA Surprise Left Posts: 743
    thanks guys for the positive words

    the lines pre-occupied with occupation basically comes from "Green Disease" if that isn't obvious. Not the idea itself really but then I still needed a slightly different way to express basically the same idea. I just wish I could sing outside my shower! LOL
    The wind is blowing cold
    Have we lost our way tonight?
    Have we lost our hope to sorrow?

    Feels like were all alone
    Running further from what’s right
    And there are no more heroes to follow

    So what are we becoming?
    Where did we go wrong?
  • seekitseekit Posts: 73
    i really loved this entire piece, I'm inspired........thank you!!
    Seek It
  • A Surprise LeftA Surprise Left Posts: 743
    good i'm so glad! i'm a little surprised that the poetry and art section of this board doesn't receive more support considering eddie is such a poet himself and there is of course Jeff, Stone etc:

    See us Creed fans are poets! LOL
    The wind is blowing cold
    Have we lost our way tonight?
    Have we lost our hope to sorrow?

    Feels like were all alone
    Running further from what’s right
    And there are no more heroes to follow

    So what are we becoming?
    Where did we go wrong?
  • seekitseekit Posts: 73
    I again have to tell you I just loved what you said, how you said it and I connected to this..............
    I keep dreaming inspite of me.
    My wonderment exist to temper
    the disbelieve
    I only live free
    when I dream..........
    Seek It
  • A Surprise LeftA Surprise Left Posts: 743
    thanks man you've made me day for the fact you liked it and what you posted there was really good!

    I keep dreaming inspite of me
    My wonderment exists to temper
    The wind is blowing cold
    Have we lost our way tonight?
    Have we lost our hope to sorrow?

    Feels like were all alone
    Running further from what’s right
    And there are no more heroes to follow

    So what are we becoming?
    Where did we go wrong?
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