Monday, June 12, 2006

Obsolete: Find Definition.

Separation and anxiety
These are the words they all learned
Like poems from a book
Or an anthem of the heart
Where is your king now?
Where are your spaceships?

We flew them all away
In search of the stars
We drove him to the hills
Because you were right all along
His features became dull
Like our carvings of rock
And though we mapped them all out
Our stars are flying in a much different direction
Then we ever thought they could

So why do you still sing those songs?
Like a religous ceremony
You bow down before the south and north poles
And you don't even know which way you walk
Who's voice do you hear in the morning?

The fear is of whoever is out there
Whoever we will never meet
Can't you see we're only pieces
When we don't have something to live for
Even if it is built upon the sand

Perhaps we're waiting for the waves to come
For even our frail hopes would no longer be
Which are the strongest of what we believe
And though we would be washed to nothing
It is only then, clearly obsolete

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