Post by floetryspades on Aug 15, 2009 10:21:16 GMT -8
A meta-physical, some kinda supernatural
I bet it could walk through walls
it was brown-nosed, but it was blue to its soul
I never saw someone
so cold
So easy to fold over
and bend back and crease
and contract
I bet it could do origami
with its bones
A meta-physical, some kinda paranormal,
and it never had a shadow
or even a right angle
And somewhere outside his window
he tried to catch lightening in a bottle
or some kinda impossible, an improvable,
but then I saw him roll the clouds along his sleeve
he had looked beyond his destiny
his destination
to see his spirit unfold
into a world of imagination
Where he had found common thread
to hang
before it was clipped,
and now he's suspended
from thin air
by some kinda magic,
because falling was just too much to bear
It was just too much weight
to move through walls
and levitate
with his mind
An indelible, an indestructible
someone I thought unbreakable
until I saw him crumble
crumble as he stood unstable
unable
He just stared outside his window
desperate to catch lightening in a bottle
one of his impossibles, an improvable
like a puppet moving without a string
or a common thread
he's a rag-doll moving with the magic
of imagination in his head
He's traveling beyond the lines and spatial boundaries
like an abstraction,
and in the fourth dimension
where time moves in one direction
the only remnants of pain
are through recollection
he's looking at his past
in low resolution
the low quality
of the film
A metaphysical, some kinda paranormal
and without a shadow
he's impossible, an improvable,
but I saw him roll the clouds along his sleeve
he had reached beyond his destiny
his destination
to a spirit's paradise
in a world of imagination
I bet it could walk through walls
it was brown-nosed, but it was blue to its soul
I never saw someone
so cold
So easy to fold over
and bend back and crease
and contract
I bet it could do origami
with its bones
A meta-physical, some kinda paranormal,
and it never had a shadow
or even a right angle
And somewhere outside his window
he tried to catch lightening in a bottle
or some kinda impossible, an improvable,
but then I saw him roll the clouds along his sleeve
he had looked beyond his destiny
his destination
to see his spirit unfold
into a world of imagination
Where he had found common thread
to hang
before it was clipped,
and now he's suspended
from thin air
by some kinda magic,
because falling was just too much to bear
It was just too much weight
to move through walls
and levitate
with his mind
An indelible, an indestructible
someone I thought unbreakable
until I saw him crumble
crumble as he stood unstable
unable
He just stared outside his window
desperate to catch lightening in a bottle
one of his impossibles, an improvable
like a puppet moving without a string
or a common thread
he's a rag-doll moving with the magic
of imagination in his head
He's traveling beyond the lines and spatial boundaries
like an abstraction,
and in the fourth dimension
where time moves in one direction
the only remnants of pain
are through recollection
he's looking at his past
in low resolution
the low quality
of the film
A metaphysical, some kinda paranormal
and without a shadow
he's impossible, an improvable,
but I saw him roll the clouds along his sleeve
he had reached beyond his destiny
his destination
to a spirit's paradise
in a world of imagination
