Okay, so while driving in the car an idea came to me. Something to do with if a child lost somebody very close to them, they might think that they are just somewhere else on earth. (Now i realize this sounds kinda dumb at the moment, but in my head it seems to work so just go with it). It also ties in a concept i have that poeple can be hiding any number of places, that there are just endless places in this world that are filled with thousands of people. So, disregarding all of hat here is what I have come up with thus far: And l, the child began to look, he opened every cupboard door, tore up every board of floor checked every thousand grocery store, running wildly through the streets, checking every place he'd meet, 'til that place he deemed complete. he checked around every dirty town, listening for a mom-ish sound. his feet carrying him wildly across the ground. the poor brain and heart terrifyingly pound. Thus he cried and fled the vill, his big blue eyes glazed: his heart stood still He felt, of course she stood the earth he plead for help from God at church longing for the one gave birth. Hmm... I feel that that last line there is week and i must change it....but anyways wrote that in about five minutes....the idea really ran with me. There's an opening part to it also but I really don't feel like posting it because i don't really think it does a good job conveying what i want to express...*yet*

And now i cannot even mount the stairs, for your you are there, you stare and glare. I freeze: confused you go off and rant... i ponder doing that but i decide i shan't

But when I think i've struck upon something beautiful, the twisted monster comes and turns it into a horribly ghastly beast. I take a step back, truly shocked at what i have just witnessed. Do i care? the option to run does not pass my mind. i simply look upon the hideous being with the utmost hatred. i am starting to believe that i have intimidated the sickly creature, i turn to walk away. i get no further than three steps...because i feel it heinous claws fasten around my throat.

I watch the icicle, wanting to stop it from disappearing. But then it begins to melt, dripping bitter drops onto me. And suddenly, I recoil: aghast by the cruel words that have just escaped my lips.

But I don't like those things, they put me in a world where i do not belong.

shyly walking through crowded places, smiling meekly frowning faces, I back into a corner: alone I watch hostility being shown, dearly wanting myself to be known

to some it may feel like a second, to some it may feel like a century... but when looked upon, it's really just a day...

I have been wondering...and if anybody's reading this, don't ridicule me for my unoriginality. Anyhow, I notice people picking apart songs word for word. Now, not that there's anything wrong with this but I really think it is foolish and frivolous. Coming from somebody who humbly dabbles in poetry myself, I think that songwriters are merely trying to convey a point. Whatever mumbo-jumbo they decided to add in between are obiously things that meant something to them, but sound like a bunch of random shit to the rest of the world. So people, perhaps just try to understand the general concept of the song, and don't get caught up on the words they use to get it across.