Hell to pay
Circles
Keep me running around
Good old blind Jeff. I listened to your songs for a week. My male Muze was occupied with a circle last year. I drew circles a million times, since childhood. Circles on each cheek of all the clowns I painted. The day before yesterday The Circle was part of a headline in one of the newspapers I often try to page through. My Mother always wanted something circular, when my father introduced a new buildingscheme for their house. None of the three familyhouses got other shapes than the rectangular. Organisations. You have to have a plan. Old school. Did I tell you already I am out of school!
I know you don't want me to. Is it because you like me to be imprisoned like yourself? Because this organised learning prison offers you safety? Do you really feel safe in there? Do you know how old the concrete is? The concrete enforced by steel the construction of the school is made of? A year ago you wrote me not to be so sure of the industry. I would like too meet you outside some more.
Are you now? Outside?
Why do men in this free prison school bow their heads so many times. What are they looking for down there. Or is it because they don't want to see. They naturally turn away, turn around because of some one else? Or is it they don't want some items to be made talkable? Strong willed men.
I am sitting inside. I don' t see you anywhere. I feel some emptiness I used to like. But now all the colours have fainted. The sun warms my skin, bleaches and tans. Vaporising in silence.
Circles
Keep me running around
Good old blind Jeff. I listened to your songs for a week. My male Muze was occupied with a circle last year. I drew circles a million times, since childhood. Circles on each cheek of all the clowns I painted. The day before yesterday The Circle was part of a headline in one of the newspapers I often try to page through. My Mother always wanted something circular, when my father introduced a new buildingscheme for their house. None of the three familyhouses got other shapes than the rectangular. Organisations. You have to have a plan. Old school. Did I tell you already I am out of school!
I know you don't want me to. Is it because you like me to be imprisoned like yourself? Because this organised learning prison offers you safety? Do you really feel safe in there? Do you know how old the concrete is? The concrete enforced by steel the construction of the school is made of? A year ago you wrote me not to be so sure of the industry. I would like too meet you outside some more.
Are you now? Outside?
Why do men in this free prison school bow their heads so many times. What are they looking for down there. Or is it because they don't want to see. They naturally turn away, turn around because of some one else? Or is it they don't want some items to be made talkable? Strong willed men.
I am sitting inside. I don' t see you anywhere. I feel some emptiness I used to like. But now all the colours have fainted. The sun warms my skin, bleaches and tans. Vaporising in silence.
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