I’m tired
And it’s late.
Alone, I lie, at the hands of fate.
Because ultimately that’s all that matters.
For what I do is only a piece,
merely a poke at what life has in store for me.
So life, I ask you, what do you have in store for me?
Or is that not for me to know?
Well, life would be boring that way.
And I must say, I’ve been to the bottom of the barrel,
And, baby, it’s not pretty.
I’d never want to take you there.
I’ve seen some dark days
and made some dark days.
So, tell me love, are you here to fix me?
Are you here to sew me all up?
Because what happened yesterday
and what happens tomorrow is out of reach.
So, help me today.
For today is what counts.
But will you show up?
Baby, I ask you! Will you show up?
Because my heart breathe’s heavy.
but it’s not for the taking.
So, If I give it to you,
will you be what’s in store for me,
Tomorrow?
I want to know of this new found peace.
Is it real or is it faux?
How far does it lie? Deep.
Can I touch it? Will it disappear?
In times that feel as if this peace is only a piece of what it can be,
I must search deeper. Deeper inside of me.
But as you dig you find tunnels. And holes and caves.
How far down do I want to go?
I could search for days. Weeks and Months.
How far would anyone want to go?
Because at the bottom lies truth.
And truth brings pain.
But there is no peace without truth.
And there is no peace without pain.
So away I go.
And I will dig until my hands bleed.
Until I find my peace, locked away inside of me.
I feel it already. Already I feel free.
Life is so funny sometimes. You look back and see this explosion. More like an implosion. Just all the bad out of something pure. You see it light up the sky. You get sad about it. Mad about it. Then after the smoke clears you see what was still there. You remember moments caught in time. Where soul met body. Your first everything. Dark, in an imprisoned room. Alone and gone from the rest of them. Like when everything else is just pointless to what you feel at that one moment. The world truly stops for the very few people there. You get so caught up in the moment. You do everything right. And how right everything you did was is how wrong everything else you ended up doing was. They always say there’s nothing like your childhood. No worries. No responsibilities. It’s truly beautiful. But children make childish mistakes. And you see them. And you wonder why and how it all happened. You say how stupid you acted. How dumb everything was. You have it there right in front of you and you still manage to upset the situation. But that’s why we’re not children anymore. We learn from it. We grow up. So that next time you see that, feel that, want that, have that… you, we, will know what to do without hesitation. Be the child and be free…but be the adult and keep it forever.
Communicate.Speak.Think.Feel.Beauty.Love
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