I’m with you and I can’t breathe
You block my vision
Release my soul
My mind fills up
Then spills over
Where do I go when you leave?
Where do I go when you leave?
It came so soon
And unexpected
Open season on my emotion
I turned to face you
And never meant to
Where do I go when you leave?
Where do I go when you leave?
Sinking into you
Other loves fade through
Journeys start and end
I arrive and never wanted to
Platforms, gateways allow me to
Where do I go when you leave?
Where do I go when you leave?
Lost when you are silent
No map, no direction, no way
My mind is bent
It wraps around
Converging on you
Where do I go when you leave?
I already know that you’ll leave
An insight into the workings of my mind. You have been warned ;-) Here you will find my musings on various matters. From the profound to the ridiculous: seemingly disparate elements yet often found to be two sides of the same coin. Notable recent thoughts are mostly about personal growth and Astrology.
24 July 2009
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