5/14/2007

these weeks are catching up to me
and I’m starting to lose my step
wandered off the right path
must have taken the wrong left
but these legs get so damn tired
and these feet are sore and blistered
so whisper
a little serenade to me
so I can sleep
and not wake up on my feet
you can promise me a safe escape
a quiet hide out
let’s run away
you can promise me
but I know that you won’t stay

but I can hold my own weight
every night through each day
I stand whenever I get the chance
and I crawl when the walls clench in
grit my teeth and seethe the heat
that grows from in my gut
I have tried to cool this burning soul
through feeling empty
and filling holes
but I know
I’m not whole

evening to sunrise
I’ve been feeling alive
cause the night time
fills my head with words unsaid
or better left dead
so when I wake up in the morning
there’s no regret
I get up and get on with it
--
you listen but you miss it when I say
the most important thoughts all pass away
past your ears and into somewhere near
but never where I wanted them to land
so reach out for my hand
I’ll present whatever I can
in hopes it’s enough to show up
whatever and ever you think to be better
because I never
understood what could be true
or false when looking at you
one big grey blank stare
eyes to eyes
the smiles were there
and the lips were willing to hit
but well...
were you ready for it?
I think this seasons sting
will feel like something
I’ve never felt before
and I’ll wish to never feel it
again
or anymore