"A Different Tune, Part I"

[Careful With That Axe Pichu!]

Yeah... This one is about sheep, and uncertainty. In a metaphoric way, of course. I don't really feel the need to explain. ^_______^


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A Different Tune, Part I


"Sometimes life turns out to be rather boring
Sometimes you're flyin', sometimes you're snoring
And nothing appears to be looking amusing
And nothing could fix all the minutes you're losing...

Do you look for freedom, or narrow your eye?
Did you find your own ground? Will you wait 'till you die?
Might you try to take over, obtain your own hay?
You'll never find wisdom on other sheep's way.

And no one can hear you, and you can't be heard
When storms call up to you, you storm at the word
Rendering time if you follow the scheme
Turning around just to fade in a dream.

And whose shallow lyrics you want to believe?
Insidiously craving a sign to retrieve
The willowing wind that comes back trough your ear
Words from that breeze, a metallic spear
Sheathing and balancing minutes and spaces
Wasted by the vision of hallowing places
And within a second, you stop at this glance
And I again question your permanent stance.

Could you follow the shepherd, instead of the moon?
It's never too late for a different tune,
Anyways…

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