Moritz Arndt Poet Lyric

Boredom

Tremendously boring
sassing groups of nerdy whores
and burning roads behind our backs
make us hide our highest scores

Worries, worries, never ending
Probably a brein in fear of time
Come pray my fiend and stay with me
I'll spend a tray of bread and wine

Tumble, tumble, hit the ground
with your ideas high in the sky
Whisper, whisper, not a sound
Hush, since the entire shy walk by

And all the stories just move on
as if an end could never be
And all the stories just move on
And in the end its only me

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Nadia Shahwan November 26, 2009 at 6:56 PM Beautifully penned.

P P November 25, 2009 at 7:46 AM i read your poem nov 2009'

Nadia Shahwan November 20, 2009 at 12:34 PM Beautiful lyric indeed, rhymes somehow. My advice since it's a lyric: keep it as is, pick the first row of the four stanza and insert as a new third stanza. Repeat the new third stanza as the final stanza of the song. Contact a musician. Wishing you all the best.