Packing the last few shirts into a bloated suitcase The last glimpse of comfort and the ticking clock face I swear those hands move faster every day Im more confused than ever but I dont beg or pray cause the Sparkling light from the morning sun Is all we should need to feel one. I reach the station with just minutes to spare, I glance at my watch times going faster these days I swear, Eyes focus up now to the train time table board Theres only two platforms to be explored, And its then that I admit it to myself, That I am lost so lost But youre the constellations That guide me Theres a train at 12, destination disaster Its running on time as time runs faster On platform two its destination sustainability Its delayed though it was suppose to arrive at 11: 50 Platform one it says stand behind the yellow line But I sit on the platform edge and just gaze at the time My mind wanders back to our oblivious existence Im all choked up now with the threat of distance As the train bound for disaster chokes up to the station I dont board it cause I decide that its the wrong destination But the train bound for sustainability is nowhere to be seen And Im lost so lost Where are the constellations That guide me? And then I realize that We need to use our own two feet to walk these tracks, And we have to squad up and we have to watch each others backs, With forgiveness as our torch and imagination our sword Well untie the ropes of hate and slash open the minds of the bored And well start a world so equal and free Every inch of this earth is yours all the land and all the sea Imagine no restrictions but the climate and the weather Then we can explore space together Forever And Im lost so lost Where are the constellations And Im lost so lost You are the constellation X5 https://youtube/watch?v=BrDGakzRWIk
Posted on: Thu, 04 Dec 2014 13:28:28 +0000
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