feels like i'm driftin' through space
i'm fallin' from pace
didn't leave a trace...
of my...existance...
i've been fallin' quite a distance...
feels like i'm hurtin'
and i....need u...but u put up a curtian
u refuse 2 break my fall
and u ignor my call
i've been through it all
i feel i could cry
or maybe just die
because who stops long enough 2 find out y
someone does cry?
and it pains me 2 know
this sad world will never grow
at least not anytime soon
i may as well stay on the moon
so these stars will be my company
and my releif, if any
when u c the stars remember
i will be here forever
i will stay
so do not delay
for the others drifting with me
look 4 me, 4 i am she
i need the company
so stay with me, if there r any
life doesn't end when your body dies
anyone who says that lies...
so i'm calling all drifters
because they will b the shifters...
i'm fallin' from pace
didn't leave a trace...
of my...existance...
i've been fallin' quite a distance...
feels like i'm hurtin'
and i....need u...but u put up a curtian
u refuse 2 break my fall
and u ignor my call
i've been through it all
i feel i could cry
or maybe just die
because who stops long enough 2 find out y
someone does cry?
and it pains me 2 know
this sad world will never grow
at least not anytime soon
i may as well stay on the moon
so these stars will be my company
and my releif, if any
when u c the stars remember
i will be here forever
i will stay
so do not delay
for the others drifting with me
look 4 me, 4 i am she
i need the company
so stay with me, if there r any
life doesn't end when your body dies
anyone who says that lies...
so i'm calling all drifters
because they will b the shifters...
~Kem
“Kem....Kem...?” Cross waves her hand in front of me.
“hu...oh, sorry. Day dreaming...” I reply. Ok, more like a day-mare, but they don't need 2 know that...
“looks like u jus got eat by a cay-yote and barfed back up 4 da vultures.” says a 15 year old with a thick southern accent.
“gee...thanks 4 the visual aid, there, Bruno...” I mutter under my breathe.
“he has a point, Kem...” Cross replies. “u sure...?”
“i'm fine. Cross.” I reply with a sigh, catching the annoyance in my voice a second 2 late.
“well EXCUSE ME 4 caring! I promise i'll NEVER do it again!” she turns her back and stomps off....shit, not what I wanted. I hadn't meant 2 sound annoyed...it just happened....i fucked up but....4 some reason....i can't bring myself 2 admit it aloud. So, instead, I walk out, leaving them all confused and looking from Cross' room 2 the door I exited.
“Kem....Kem...?” Cross waves her hand in front of me.
“hu...oh, sorry. Day dreaming...” I reply. Ok, more like a day-mare, but they don't need 2 know that...
“looks like u jus got eat by a cay-yote and barfed back up 4 da vultures.” says a 15 year old with a thick southern accent.
“gee...thanks 4 the visual aid, there, Bruno...” I mutter under my breathe.
“he has a point, Kem...” Cross replies. “u sure...?”
“i'm fine. Cross.” I reply with a sigh, catching the annoyance in my voice a second 2 late.
“well EXCUSE ME 4 caring! I promise i'll NEVER do it again!” she turns her back and stomps off....shit, not what I wanted. I hadn't meant 2 sound annoyed...it just happened....i fucked up but....4 some reason....i can't bring myself 2 admit it aloud. So, instead, I walk out, leaving them all confused and looking from Cross' room 2 the door I exited.
chasing butterflys,
playing with a stick,
catching a leaf,
batting at shadows...
these are in our dreams.
if dogs bark,
then what's on a tree?
in leaf-bare,
are trees cold?
things we question.
watching birds,
look at squirells.
playing with shadows and moss.
things we enjoy.
so, as you can see...
the biggest difference between
a kit and a warrior is this.
kits can enjoy simple things.
little, tiny things,
so easilly overlooked by most,
kits can see them and love them,
even though they are compleatly meaningless.
but, the problem is,
and we all wonder this...
when i grow up,
when i'm a warrior,
who will i be?
still me?
of all the things i'm suppose to be,
do i have the time,
to just be me?
the thoughts and dreams,
and the chasing sun beams,
will i still have that?
when i'm older?
will i still have the time?
the time for fun?
or will that time,
be done?
playing with a stick,
catching a leaf,
batting at shadows...
these are in our dreams.
if dogs bark,
then what's on a tree?
in leaf-bare,
are trees cold?
things we question.
watching birds,
look at squirells.
playing with shadows and moss.
things we enjoy.
so, as you can see...
the biggest difference between
a kit and a warrior is this.
kits can enjoy simple things.
little, tiny things,
so easilly overlooked by most,
kits can see them and love them,
even though they are compleatly meaningless.
but, the problem is,
and we all wonder this...
when i grow up,
when i'm a warrior,
who will i be?
still me?
of all the things i'm suppose to be,
do i have the time,
to just be me?
the thoughts and dreams,
and the chasing sun beams,
will i still have that?
when i'm older?
will i still have the time?
the time for fun?
or will that time,
be done?