BlinDMan'S BlufF
 

I Would like tommorow
To Say 'Where are you'
To Say 'Cant Wait to see you again'
But......i'm.....

Just entrapped in the sight of ways,
Never a right of way, no display,
No words to say......that can make-up,
Nothing will re-render,

Plains of vast happenings,
Devoured By the round matter,
Do not flatter...or Attempt to invision,
From my view...nothings arisen,

And as haste passes me by,
I ponder my life, ponder why?
Why the things We see....
Can only be You and never Me.

short but sweet.....str8 to the point.....not a single word wasted..

the imagry in this is soooo awsome......

not sure why ya grouped it the way ya did, but doesnt matta...

fav lines:Just entrapped in the sight of ways,
Never a right of way, no display,


Plains of vast happenings,
Devoured By the round matter,
Do not flatter...or Attempt to invision,
From my view...nothings arisen

Thank's

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Uppety doo daa

This was interesting, Libb.

It had a real quaint feeling to it. Compressed in a fairly loose manner. The meaning i first got of it was a relationship where she is self centred, and never talks about anything but herself, and shallow things that are around her (well shallow or trivial).

But it seems like it's about life. A self-examination where you are the opposite of self centred. i.e. you talk and think of everyone and everything else but yourself. Possibly afraid to examine himself, and what's within him. It's all there, and he can do it. but he chooses not to.

But then the final meaning i got was...that 'it' all seems to be passing you by. while everyone else is being recognised, talked about, getting involved in stuff etc. etc. Whilst you remain on the outside. An observer looking in. But rarely/never actually in 'it'.

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