Well, the world has taken all I have
So there’s literally nothing left
She’s bleeding me dry
I’m cast aside, left bereft
But yet I keep laughing
Tell me, in earnest
What is the joke?
I’m penniless, soon to be homeless
No magic genie to solve my situation, can I evoke
But I’m loved and I’m thought of
So for much more I can’t ask
These things we are “losing” are just material
And there’s nothing that, forever, lasts.
Freedom (supposed) in all things
The crux of what is truly wanted
The nature of this human desire
to look away from that….from them….which cause discomfort
Lock up truth in tall towers
Though this freedom be the desire
There’s much to be said
For the futility of imprisoning those
Already locked inside their own heads
Wine them, dine them
A well dressed table
Hides a multitude of sins
Dry your tears on the corner of the tablecloth
Whilst the wine causes their gaze to swim
Keep your grimace of a smile, plastered on
Until the last taxi pulls away
You are always the hostess
You always win
You can’t stop a fire burning
You can’t stop the tide from turning
You can’t stop the yearning for change
There are so many things we are scared to say
So much that goes unsaid
For fear that truth will unleash something unknown, untold
It’s said that only the truth will set you free
But where is the freedom to be found in the fear of letting go?
To finding out who one another really are?
There isn’t any
So let go
And let God.
We’ll go down, together
Burn bridges, together
Weather storms, together
Get better, together
Breathe easier, together
Sing loud, together
Praise be, together
Together, together, together
I cannot see you
Not because I have grown blind
Because our love has grown entangled
I am you
You are me
We have grown
Where do you find your worth?
Are you fulfilled by the kind words of others?
Do you reveal lifes inner truths in the selfless acts you display?
Cold, hard cash, do you dance to money’s tune?
Or does the worthiness of art, of poetry, mean more to you?
Do you know where your life is taking you?
Do you have a plan?
Because I don’t know where I’m going
Could I borrow some direction?
Could you lend a sister a hand?
My feet are always cold
Well, to be exact
It’s my goddamned toes
I can cover them in shoes
But they never seem to catch a bit of warmth
No matter how I wiggle them so!
The time is now
The sun has risen
The dawn has broken
Night has turned her other cheek
She blankets the other half in her darkness
You have been blessed, once more, to see the sky
To take in that breath, to open those eyes
What will you do with this day?
For tomorrow is never a promise
A “maybe” (at best).
Will you languorously while the hours away?
Or will you “seize” it, as they so love to say?
Whatever it is you choose to do
This fleeting moment here is all we ever really have
The time is now.