living in a world of my own,
in the back of the garden.
where we grow the pills
that take us away ...
far far away.
seals of snow,
white ladies,
bottles and baggies,
contain the feelings ...
that connect me to your world.
too bad you don't know me.
nor I myself.
in eden everything seems so perfect,
but in reality ...
we are junkies,
parasites looking for a host.
by martin
sweetness and spice
honor and integrity
beauty and frailty
softness and strength
what else can I say ?
in the distance
they've always danced
just out of my reach
by intention or design
who was I to say ?
duty and honor
have been my armor
and happiness and love
have been the price
so why did I pay ?
now my armor seems heavy
and I want to dance
you'll need to be patient
and give me a chance
will you show me the way ?
by martin
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