I been thinking about taking my time
Lay all day just living in the sky
Throw a rocket ship tomorrow and back and your mine
And find a better time all anyway
I'm between putting off being my kind
I been thinking I'll be better off next time
Throw the thoughts of tomorrow to the back of my mind
And whistle a while all through the day
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Sometimes words get lost between my mouth and my mind
The last rays of daylight are fading through the skies
Black Maria
White messiah
Are the lies behind your eyes
The queen is off her head again this time
The clocks melting to the sound of your mind
Throw the thoughts of tomorrow to the back of my mind
And find yourself searching underwater for the day
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The time has come for changing
The jesters of the court bewitch the scenes of northern Soul
The clouds in sound cry tears for the clown in number ten, in another world
I'm between the white world you know this time
I'm calling the knights I know from my mind
And the Friday friends for feeling are here tomorrow with a rhyme
So we walk above the road to dive into the dying life
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Sometimes words get lost between my mouth and my mind
The last rays of daylight are fading through the skies
Black Maria
White messiah
Are the lies behind your eyes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Benedict. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.