two souls trapped in vacuum
striving
to capture peace and protest
in songs;
scavenging memorabilia from a fallow struggle
just waiting,
for the music to end. . .
everyone awaits the rainbow
all that is to life is waiting
for one thing after another
.
living at best becomes
reminiscence
of our own difficile dreams
and fears;
another day wither away
in waiting,
for the music to end. . .
holding you inch by inch
I breath fresh air on rent
trapped, struggling, debilitated
waiting for the music to end. . .
time tides straight into infinity
time keeps coming back
in circles;
generation after generation
only wait,
for the music to end. . .