TORN
Must the inevitable seek me?
Has not my heart confronted thee
Very credible alter mind
I run, I hide
I seek, I find
I crave and I miss
Just as I get I throw away
A miniscule few understand my way
I fear not and I dwell not too well
On things I may or may not contemplate
Today is the day
Tomorrow does not exist as of yet
Today will you be who you are?
And tomorrow whom you pretend to be now?
I dare to know
I know better then to waste the precious
Am I doomed or incredibly lucky?
This humming bird inside my head tells me
It is so and not any other way
It could not be that I pushed the real me
Into the wall in which you exist
The turmoil in which I find thee and thee
For I feel scars are reopening
Which night is slowly creeping into me?
The one I did not sleep through
Or the one I know I will not see an end to?
Must the inevitable be so real?
Or can I wake up from my dream?
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