Thursday, 24 May 2012

Radar, satellite, technology.

Can I see what the weather patterns are,
Inside your head?

Drop tears from a higher place above the clouds,
Onto crumbled kingdoms,
Where death reigns over a battle in the sky.

Help I'm surrounded by temptations, love,
This is the same dream.
Am I stable?
Or am I descending back to Earth-
Treat me right,
Keep me alive.

I am an aspect,
Collecting the tears and dreams of a generation.

The first technologies,
I am the birth of a new age.

Highlight of my life.
Draw me a piece from memory, your romantic old self,
The past is a beautiful thing.

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