BoyA Poem by Benjamin Seymour
So now's about time
For you to lose your mind And forget all the troubles You never wanted to find You're holding your tongue As you're not really sure If you're speakling too much You try to belong But you're singing along to a song that goes A little like this and that Your head's in the clouds You're standing in line Just wasting your time Waiting to find out Why you're standing in line And your head's in the clouds Dreaming of waking up Amongst the stars You know where you want to be High above the clouds Just looking down over everything you can see Your head's in the clouds © 2008 Benjamin Seymour |
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1 Review Added on March 25, 2008 Last Updated on March 25, 2008 AuthorBenjamin SeymourBarcelona, Spain, SpainAbout"All your friends and sedatives mean well but make it worse" Writing is just talking with a pen. And I talk too much anyway. more..Writing
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