now she has two

i am not what you want i am not what your after i am not what you want singing the laughter
i am not what you want i am not what your after i am not what your up to drowning in laughter
im not what you want im not what i was im not who we are
turning the pages blind lost bizarre.

its been more then the morrow and the wind still sing true, love was her own voice, now she has two.
falling for nothing, drinking in lost night, pushing to end, and coming up full.

so long has the bird flown that winds find no flight, absent their gods voice void of the light.
rivers run side ways take up your arms, soak in the sunlight, pray the night.

im not what you want, but pay that no notice, i am what is present and what will remain. mindful of for sight and lacking the will, sink to old ways and dig us our graves.
thought comes much later interpretation breeds meaning, this just pointless, i am addressing im leaving.

i am not what you want, i am not what your after. post this so public that children will cry, scream it from roof tops staring on high