Black and white,
That's how it seems,
No rainbow,
No technicolored dreams.
Black and white,
That's how it is,
Strolling along,
Minding my own bis.
Black and white,
Thats what it turns out to be,
No colours or shades or hues,
Just black and white for me.
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Lines ever more unclear, Not sure I'm even here...
I write with white ink on white paper. I speak with my lips firmly shut. I strum on my stringless guitar. I read from an unwritten book. I think without aim or direction.
Funny things,. That make me laugh,. Like photos on Bing,. Of meme giraffes,. Cute li'l bits and pieces,. That seem to make me smile,. Like pronouncing geese as geeses,. And fluffy things in a pile,.
It may not have happened yet, But it won't be long until you fret. You will die, a deathly phrase, Used in one of Shakespeare's plays.
A bunch of unfinished stuff. Love & hope: Love is temporary. Hope is eternal. Little fair girl: Little fair girl, with your bucket so pink. Why do you want to pour your heart into the sink.
Midday moon, A stranger in your own home. The uninvited guest. Mammothly insignificant, Yet strangely unavoidable. Midday moon. Midday moon, Why are you not sleeping, Waiting for night to come.
Some lines taken from songs by Jewel First we're young, then we're old, Summer fades, then it's cold, We're passing through, then passing on, And time marches on, till it's all gone.
What is this, this right and wrong. Who says nay and where does right belong. Is Aristotle in his thoughts so right. To say that right is on the side of might. Where do i lay my head at night.
He was not afraid of the dark, for it was light turned inside out. He always found himself illuminated, where others fumbled about.
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