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Date Added: April 04, 2010 12:04:37 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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The Horizon is the end

The horizon is the end

 

Passing trains at platforms,

Come and

Go,

So fast.

Just like

Visions of the future or this

Stranger who came into the blur solid -

Who I didnít even see

 

But you saw me.

And you walked right past

The station Ė this world

Was here before you ever

Knew that I was never

To stand in the crowd.

 

The platform where life begins;

Adverts and tickets and tickings.

Loud winds that sound like hurricanes

But itís only the train.

 

Not beautiful, nor different:

Like the girl on the underground you didnít even know -

Or quite amazing to you

But the stars are sparking out.

In the tunnel, in the blackness,

The girl, the girl, the girl.

 

The missing lyric to the success

Of your song and the last,

Last thing that ever meant anything

But broken.

 

Fluttering butterfly eyes, philosophical discussions -

That never reach the meaning of life.

Dry smells and creaking sounds;

Itís funny how no one ever speaks on the underground.

 

Voices and embraces

And love and love and love

On the weird mirrors on the train -

Makes it worse.

Weíre all too honest

And all too alone.

 

In the chain, on the train

Of people weíve chosen

To envisage in visions of our future.

And you edge away nearer to the

Solid stranger

And you hold the guitar up to your chest;

Musician, philosopher, stranger.

And then you faze me out of your memory

Because you didnít even see me -

But I saw you.

 

Running and running;

Caught in the symmetry of the subway

And in my dreams, there are guns symbolizing peace

And there are mornings that are plain, and optimistic people

That just donít see that the horizon is the end.

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