Saturday, 29 January 2011

Come Closer

Just jump out of your comfort zone
And everything will fall in its place
You're the subject I want to study
From conceptual surfaces to one human face
I will envelop you with tender theory
Use you for purposes so sharp
You'll never suspect the bitter cold
Concealed in the soul of a nation so warm

Too many phonemes delivered with high intensity
Chorus-turned-verses invading my head
If I only had some piece of mind
I could sift through what was being said
But my NLP's stammering, stunned, uncomposed
I feel like turning away to repose
Within the more comforting structures
Of Postmodern Epiphanie prose

No more Tatu for today! ;o)

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