Alexander Foald Poems

I’m too old to be satisfied
With this life I’ve just got
I’m too old to be entertained
With this joke I’ve just encountered
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The sound of dripping water
In the back of the nightly room
Makes me know how lonesome it is
To sleep here with no one besides
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Turn on the engine
Burn the fuel, let me begin
Watch as I lost into your eyes
Beneath those wandering blue skies
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If you need one more night to live
Would you spend all time with me?

One moment out of rush
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As the dawn breaks into the room
I can see where my dream came from
Adjacently with the soft light from the sun
Eyes are cold, staring at the sleeping beauty
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As our thoughts run across the hall
Down to the street, welcoming the festival
People wearing mask fill up the empty corners
Not letting even one spot make another color
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Drowned in a swimming pool
Water comes from the sea, brings reality
Hands begging in the air, up to the sky
Asking too much for a help,
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I could put out the flame out of the water
I could take away the pain from hearts of people
I could see where the wind will blow,
I could tell where my life should go
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It was raining on a sunny day
I could see everything was wet and soaked
Still got me questions from last night
Why she was there when I wasn’t expecting
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Take me to the ocean of dreams
Where nothing as reality can exist in

Take me to the field of illusions
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