Poker Face

[Solar Supernova]

Poker Face (comin on)

to say words are not enough
is to say this feeling will never end
my mind is swarming with savage buzzards
as life never is, its easy to predict: the next word must be hazzard
it seems reality would rather play a decieving game,
than show its true face and let me rewind, unwind and shine again
who needs the sun,
when theres plenty of digital space for everyone
im being sliced into convienant pieces,
heres me heres you heres me heres you
there is nothing better than the feeling i get from witnessing you
hear me when i say witness as i do not know you
this, so that you should know
i am comin round, slowly, but im comin round
the lakes will dry, the sun will shine
i might take longer, and i wont be on time,
but im comin round, slowly, ya im comin round

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The ending is messed up, more for a song that a poem i suppose. I dont really care though, I just wrote it now.



[This message has been edited by Solar Supernova (edited 12-30-2001).]

 

[ACROB@T]

ironically I think its part song, part poem..especially the almost songlike chorus at the end..

i am comin round, slowly, but im comin round
the lakes will dry, the sun will shine
i might take longer, and i wont be on time,
but im comin round, slowly, ya im comin round

which I don't think is as messed up as you say Solar..your peice pretty much covers a dilema/experience a lot of people go through day in day out..the way I interpreted it..please keep them coming