Where is my paradise
Nothing here but shadows
Where is my paradise
Nothing here of the tale you told
None of that paradise shows
Round room soaked in darkness
Your eyes not yet adjusted
Round room full of dead ends
And no doors
Round room where you lie now
Your body not adapted
Round room the cold is endless
on the floor
Where is my paradise
Nothing here but shadows
Where is my paradise
Nothing here of the tale you told
None of that paradise shows
Round room when I'm adjusted
My eyes pierce through the dark
And somewhere I can see contours
of light
Round room when I've adapted
Dead ends all leave a mark
A hint to where to look some more
for light
Where is my paradise
Nothing here but shadows
Where is my paradise
Nothing here of the tale you told
None of that paradise shows
Gone are the pages of my life
But dead ends might just help you out at times
Maybe when there is no simple way out
The way out will find you simple and right
Where is my paradise
Nothing here but shadows
Where is my paradise
Victimized, crystallized
None of that paradise shows
I'm too old for shows
Darkness and optimism all together! I especially liked the last sentence, such a wonderful closure! Loved it! =)
ReplyDeleteI was hoping you would notice that element, it's what makes the title so nicely ambiguous. =)
ReplyDeleteOne of the best of your work. I loved the darkness that pulls you in and the optimistic overshadow that kept you from falling to far into the meaning. :D
ReplyDeleteWow, thank you!! =)
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