Going no where that I can see
Striving to be free.
This broken soul
Has no where to go.
It waits, and sits around
Hoping to go back before it is drowned.
In hopes to be fixed
It starts to play in your styx.
You try and chase it away
But it comes back and says:
"I'm here to stay
Until you say
'Leave me to be
I wish not to see
What you made me
To be.'
So if you say those lines
I wont be in your kinds.
Let me know what you feel
Then I'll go like the meal.
Send me off into the back day
And then you wont have to pay.
Author notes
Blackbird. Don't ask how.
A contest entry
- "A splended time is garentied for all" by iamthebeatles.
2400 points, ended December 2, 2007, 7 entries
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Comments
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You interpertation of the song is interesting. Thats is okay, I have found songs inspire me when their is no odveous connection between the poem and the song. Good job on this, very interesting. It's so creative, and styx is one of my favorite words!
thanks!
*peace*
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