In Empty Phrases — текст песни (Dan Swano)





Here I am in my chamber
In my room full of words
Always searching for patterns that will give life to a line
My poetry is frozen though it`s beginning to melt
The solid form is changing to the liquid of thoughts written down
Sentence after sentence in a language not mine
Loss of point no direction
A jigsaw where no pieces fit
I envy the writers and the ts who know
the way to the places were poetry grow
There is no harvest if you never sow
So I beg. steal and borrow wherever I go
If words were like music this would be a book
But this is not even worth the time that it took
Not even a novel just a self-pity tale
written by someone that always will fail
So very fragile inside
That`s why I hide in the empty phrases



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