Not a man, or a woman |
We always look for evil, in someone else's face. We never seem to look inside, we never know its place. What you see is what you get, and yes you know that's true, we can keep rotating till we all stop feeling blue. Happily, the universe is huge, and just keeps moving on, and someone with a heart that's true keeps singing special songs. Song that lift the darkest soul, that save the grimmest man, I don't know why she does it, maybe just because she can. Actions speak louder than words, and thoughts are but a spark, dreams are our reality but people must see quarks. Some will get quite cold from this, that's cos they always were. a vampire's soul seeks out the cold, that's why their mates have fur. Some of us are happy to just love what we have now, not looking for a master, or for one whom to kowtow. The more you look for one to blame, the more you push them up, you can even kill those poor defenceless little pups. But at the end, it's only you, you're making your own dream. So stop creating all the bad, start drinking from the stream. I know you want to test us out, you want us to perfect, but that was never possible, you're reading the wrong text. Fiction is a funny thing, sometimes we think it's real, but all a book can ever be is something that we feel. |