There's no time to run away,
to learn from all the days you skipped school.
The road leads to a hole in the sky,
hey now, this is something new.
Turning off the lights,
it's you and the sky now,
the chorus can catch up later.
Don't ponder on thoughts,
you might discover the recipe to doubt.
You can't shine without the sun,
so follow the path,
and you'll find yourself hanging
from a rotten ray of light.
We're at the toll gate,
strumming wrong notes with what we're given.
What we're given is not always what we choose,
they all say to their laboratories,
scribbling equations of doubt.
Wait in the background, my son,
and steal glimpses of the song
you once sang,
dangling on a rotten ray of light.
You're human after all, just a little eccentric.
Author notes
5. Burnt out with no motivation. Wanting to move forward but can't.
A contest entry
- Words I just can't say... by aligurl.
550 points, ended January 27, 2008, 31 entries
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Thank you for sharing this wonderful insight with me. Thank your for entering my contest. I especiually liked this part
"We're at the toll gate,
strumming wrong notes with what we're given.
What we're given is not always what we choose,"
So true and eye opening. Sometimes we forget. and the way you ended it, was perfect with a slight touch of humor. Good luck in my contest. -
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Thank you!
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