August de Leon

Walking down beneath the sun
Walking, theres no time to stop
Day and night walking on
walk, walking and walking on
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standing when you are sitting is wrong
walking when your running is giving up
talking when you are silent is saddening
inhaling and exhaling is breathing life
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Wish the wishful thinking
Bring out the unhappy thoughts
Break the ice that is breaking
To be free of any troubles fought
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Nothing to stand against the sun
dry and high the wind blows down south
going up north, in a train, followed by the day of the fourth
from when one runs away form self
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I hate control from others
Hate that life is chained to everyone
Hate that theres nothing i can do
Hate there is a quicksand under my feet
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Very real, very cautious, very pretty
Mostly played with, Mostly kissed, Mostly outdone
That little girls doll, she loves very much
Oh so very much, hugging her tight
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Muscle bound
Unequal quantity
Large mass
Colony overrun
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Aged and Dying
growing old but already dead
walking, but instead in bed
dreaming of flying
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Take me there
Take the time
Sun dail right
make my day
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raking and aching my stomach is freaking bad
the sun don't care the heat is in reign
catch the cold air dying, simply aggravating
kick back look back a kick to the back
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listen to the little one sing
he hums gently until the trees sing
close your eyes no need to turn back
walk towards the sounds of inoccent voices
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To me, the wind blows, that is life
To me, the cold air gives greif or comfort
and the warm speandour, and ease
the nothingness of nothingness is nothing
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Faith, i do not come to soon
nor abiding with the rules of doom
trotting away from burdened life of thought
tickling and fighting mostly sobbing more
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