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"In a Wonderland they lie,"
Totally convinced of their superiority
And yet obsessed by their inferiority
As we scurry about, clueless,
Helpless,
"Dreaming as the days go by,"
As time escapes all of us;
Because as we live in the space between moments
We lose sight of all that is around us,
In our own prefabricated worlds,
"Dreaming as the summers die;"
So we retreat to the mundane,
The ordinary, the usual,
Wanting to reject it
But hopelessly out of control,
"Ever drifting down the stream--"
The stream of life, time, fate, whatever
The stream that takes us all on different journeys
And though we can control our path
We still gaze and wonder around us,
“Lingering in the golden gleam--”
Asking if there is a purpose for it all,
But all our journeys end the same, like a book,
And our memories fill the book of life,
Painting pictures like dreams, but still we wonder,
“Life, what is it but a dream?"
- by Kamina_Hale |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/14/2008 |
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- Title: An Observation of Time
- Artist: Kamina_Hale
- Description: I was in a bizarre stage in my life when I saw the RahXephon movie, and the last two stanzas of "Through the Looking Glass, and What Alice Found There" by Lewis Carroll kept getting stuck in my head. When I wrote them down, I saw the commentary between the lines. This was one of my works published in my university's literary magazine, so I thought I'd give it a shot here.
- Date: 11/14/2008
- Tags: observation time wonderland dream
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Comments (1 Comments)
- miwa_hikari - 11/14/2008
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"Because as we live in the space between moments"
I love this line. It gives a sense of fleeting sensation. Like something that is never really yours although it affects you oh-so-greatly. And I like the fact you used 'painting' in this sentence:
"Painting pictures like dreams, but still we wonder,"
Painting, means we're still living. Painting takes time, creativity, and work. It is life. It needs life. - Report As Spam