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This Stone

What is it you say to make it okay to repeat the same things over and over each day?

What is it you do to make me undo the ties to myself that I give unknowing to you?

And I don’t really mind but if you find the time could you help me to maybe sit back and unwind?

I don’t want to see what you’re doing to me I’m complacently waiting to be

Another production-line roller coaster spinning until it’s almost over

When freedom comes to late and only old we learn to hate

It’s too late to change the world

I won’t go again to the place that you hold not till all my fires burn out cold

I know it can’t be true and I’ll be fucking with you

Until you let me go

Systems control man though they do what they can to remain in a state of demand

I can’t believe that you did this to me hiding behind a face that I’ll never see

It’s our own self defeat that makes it complete the plan to have us all bow at your feet

Ignorance is bliss even in this Judas kiss and I wish I could let the real point just miss

Me completely I just don’t care because the rage of the youth has left us nowhere

When the world can understand only then the fate of man

Won’t be to destroy itself

With the world teetering on the brink and spiraling the sink I know it could be tomorrow

I guess I can always hope that there will be another boat

To get me off of this stone

So I say what I will and I know that you’ll still remain on top of this awful landfill

Cause you don’t really tell that we’re going to hell and that was always the point of this spell

With the earth gone away and the planets in disarray humankind will finally have its day

Causes we know not what we do from the office to the zoo it’s really just waiting

For Another production-line roller coaster spinning until it’s almost over

When freedom comes to late and only old we learn to hate

It’s too late to change the world

I won’t go again to the place that you hold not till all my fires burn out cold

I know it can’t be true and I’ll be fucking with you

Until you let me go

Cause I know it my heart that it all falls apart when I’m sitting here

So I look to the sky and I hope I can fly

Or get a ticket off of this stone

posted on Apr 15, 2008 5:06 AM ()

Comments:

My dear Icon, saying you're ok does not mean that you are okay. You might be sitting on the stone, but I think I'm under the stone. I know... you are a wanderer...
comment by sunlight on Apr 26, 2008 12:16 AM ()
Gosh, it seems as it you're truly gone! I hope to see you and your poetry again...
comment by sunlight on Apr 25, 2008 4:38 AM ()
awsome!
comment by ocean1 on Apr 24, 2008 8:17 AM ()
Goodness, I check every day! Are you coming back?
comment by sunlight on Apr 21, 2008 11:42 PM ()
You've been gone for a long time, Against. I'm starting to worry!
comment by sunlight on Apr 19, 2008 11:30 PM ()
Against, I read this offline and have been thinking a lot about it. It is as always, an amazing poem, but it conjures up such a lot of feelings... Are you all right? It's too real.
comment by sunlight on Apr 18, 2008 6:15 AM ()

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