Sunday, September 27, 2015

Yes, No, Maybe so

For all of my dreams to come true, i’d crawl
awake at night watching my thoughts, just like particles, fall 
My parents instilled the art of praying if I wanted a real change 
so for a second I thought, damn, I may need to be saved
through the binoculars you say I’m insane 
but under my finger tips I found my escape 
my eyes wide open as my heart beat tells my brain
wanting something greater than the sounds of the trains
that i heard at night when all of the world was asleep 
while the moon beautifully awaits the sun as she silently weeps
for it to come back 
like a lost dream that fell into the cracks
or a lost puppy looking for some facts

there were so many days just wasted 
being lost and jaded 
impatient and frustrated 
loving something tainted 
getting so dismayed 
driving in the vehicle & wondering if i should just wreck it
Words from my heart do you fear it or do you feel it?
writing things down needing someone to hear it


Found something so speakable 
now we’re doing the unspeakable 
talking about the “unreachable” 
sipping on our wine as we plan for the unthinkable
making it about purpose because life in itself is not meaningful
every morning is anything but dreadful 
because i’d give my life for the truth 
and that’s the truth 
crawling to the top but starting at the roof

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