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How many songs in my pantry?
My pantry, my pantry full of rot and scribble...
Choosing a song for my ears is not constant, once every while.
A fleeting memory brings back the lion.
What is it that runs forward often?
For I not know, and neither could you.
A thing of the past or future, who can decide?
It is not for us of limited value to choose.
My eyes are fixed upon the mantle.
A mantle worth so little, yet so much more.
Fortune in its design yet little faith in its people.
I have been fooled by this elaborate plan.
Which stain on the dresser was mine?
I cannot concede to your questions, in time.
For I am the only, the single one in this prison,
A pawn in this artwork most divine.
- by -neko-karen- |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 02/08/2009 |
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