There is this you know how
if I could go back in time and wipe my life clean
I would
Just so I dont carry any baggage with you
But I am old and worn and sad and lost
the promise of a dream almost fulfilled and lost
If I could round out the edges that experience has honed
I would
Just so they dont dig into you when you hold me tight
But I have been around the park and on the bend
too many cracks and wounds that cant be mend
If I could look in the mirror and not see your face
I would
So I would not need to walk with my eyes closed
But I have seen more than I care to know
for i am just too much a reflection of you
If I could erase that night in the ruin
I would
So I would not want to close in on my reality and go to sleep within
But I have the memory of your touch and smell of the dust
And the smoke from your lips on mine has formed a crust
If it has to be this way dont ask me anymore how I am
My broken thoughts and pathetic rends
Wandering alone in soulless dens
reaching for your hand not finding it there
Running hard, not looking back, staring ruin, burning the brain
Just never ask me anymore how I am
I dont know what i can say that would explain how i felt reading this. its like having your voice recorded and played back for you.. its familiar, but you cant believe thats you.. you dont sound like that in your head, but everything else sounds the same.
ReplyDeleteHmm a fellow disillusioned, eh?
ReplyDeleteNo trite words of comfort from me though, I know how futile they are!
A fellow realist..
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