I look at all the Lonely People
I work my way through a sea of trees.
Looking for something, someone I need.
They block me, stop me, hinder me, talk to me.
Telling me what I don't need to hear.
Caught in these trees I lose my way,
Listen to my party moveing farther away.
No one to help me. No one to hear me.
I surrender to the darkness and let them take me.
Trees are the people that block you from where you want to go and who you want to be with. They surround you, influence you, look familiar and point in all the wrong directions. Don't follow the trees. Stay with your party and be yourself. -Andy
Looking for something, someone I need.
They block me, stop me, hinder me, talk to me.
Telling me what I don't need to hear.
Caught in these trees I lose my way,
Listen to my party moveing farther away.
No one to help me. No one to hear me.
I surrender to the darkness and let them take me.
Trees are the people that block you from where you want to go and who you want to be with. They surround you, influence you, look familiar and point in all the wrong directions. Don't follow the trees. Stay with your party and be yourself. -Andy
posted by Accultus at
4:00 PM
1 Comments:
Hey duder. I like this poem. (There, aren't you relieved?. The imagery is pretty good. Don't bother with the explanation at the end... the poem can stand on its own, an explanation takes away from it.
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.letting go, at 12:38 AM
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