he's the song that keeps on playing inside my head
the one i turn to whenever in delight
sound of every string on my blue guitar
sad ivory of my grand piano
lip plate of my old wooden flute
the composer of my song
notes on my music sheet
rhythm of my piece
bars on my staff
staccato
tempo
end
he has, by far, the best melody in this world
the perfect blend of music and poetry
his lyrics found a way to touch my soul...
i'll keep on playing him everyday
until he inspires me no more
until there's no magic left...
still, i'll be listening
'coz until now, i
can't seem to find
a new song
for me
yet
the laziest way to think
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"...we have the responsibility and the joy of being alive in this planet. That we only have precious little time to make a difference. That we have a moral obligation to "seize the day, and make our lives extraordinary". That the world, basically is ours. That the only limitations are within ourselves, and that we owe it to us to fight, to rebel against conformity, to change what we hate and keep what we love. That living in this world is a beautiful responsibility, and that only cowards dare not to change it for the better."
-Perth on DEAD POETS SOCIETY
-Perth on DEAD POETS SOCIETY
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