The essence of Sense
baap | 31 March 2005, 1:21am
The sense
In my head there is a little thing called a sense
It has no defined role, no compulsory cerebral essence
Its free like the wind that sweeps through the stagnant air
It can be full of joy, full of sadness, but also bare
The sense i recall i previously had
was limited to pages and screens, more like a fad
This sense now, which I posess
has extended to people, only to become a mess
The sense now which i posess
is silly and stupid , but thats only the crest
For deep within the epidermal silos
lies a fragment of my previous sense
buried under emotional pillows
Sense is something you need to get
No, no, not get as in learn
Ah! there...this sense u cannot yearn
It is something that just hits you then
hits you, strikes you, whatever that meant
I love my sense for i know it is young
Unlike the covered silos, bearded skin dung
....There goes my sense again
rambling and ranting about losses or gains
Sigh
it is like a boy
Current Mood: Bored
Current Music: Christmas in July - ZERO
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