"in the night"

[Gość: onn]

sitting i am
here, in this quiet corner of the world...
thinking and counting the days...

the ship had seen the blink of the land's light...
thought it's the end...

as the cigarette burns in it's quiet light,
i'm thinking of the life...

the new hope was what he felt,
while wind touched him lightly with his hand...
the end of the cruise...

trying to form from the uncounted thoughts i am
the truth...

his sail he pulled up to catch the light wind,
and to the light he tried to go...

what happened that day, will bring change i thought,
will bring me the sence...
but nothing it brought...

as he was sailning, the light stayed as it was,
forward, still forward,
until wind stops...

i'm thinking...
maybe it was the thruth...
hated,
but less with each day...

the light stayed as it was,
as the ship sailed...
was it the land?
and what...
if it was?
...
the sails he pulled down,
thw wind has stopped,
the light stayed still there,
but darker it was...

i am thinkig...
if i find diffrent truth,
wont i be lost?

the light disappeared,
allowed to be lost...
the role of the ship is to sail...
to sail...
...

to be...
lost
...

[31/I/2002]

[Gość: hmm]

troche malo dopracowany, ale interesujacy, szczegolnie koniec mi sie podobal,
sprobuj pisac troche prosciej, a mniej bledow popelnisz

> sitting i am
> here, in this quiet corner of the world...
> thinking and counting the days...
>
> the ship had seen the blink of the land's light...
> thought it's the end...
>
> as the cigarette burns in it's quiet light,
> i'm thinking of the life...
>
> the new hope was what he felt,
> while wind touched him lightly with his hand...
> the end of the cruise...
>
> trying to form from the uncounted thoughts i am
> the truth...
>
> his sail he pulled up to catch the light wind,
> and to the light he tried to go...
>
> what happened that day, will bring change i thought,
> will bring me the sence...
> but nothing it brought...
>
> as he was sailning, the light stayed as it was,
> forward, still forward,
> until wind stops...
>
> i'm thinking...
> maybe it was the thruth...
> hated,
> but less with each day...
>
> the light stayed as it was,
> as the ship sailed...
> was it the land?
> and what...
> if it was?
> ...
> the sails he pulled down,
> thw wind has stopped,
> the light stayed still there,
> but darker it was...
>
> i am thinkig...
> if i find diffrent truth,
> wont i be lost?
>
> the light disappeared,
> allowed to be lost...
> the role of the ship is to sail...
> to sail...
> ...
>
> to be...
> lost
> ...
>
> [31/I/2002]