If I could, I'd run away.
Start a brand new life as a brand new person.
I'd create a fake identity, and start all over.
Get a job, a cat, and a fancy apartment
Live up in a skyscraper so I can be in the air everyday.
Cleanse my mind of all things from the former existence.
Meet new people, new friends.
Just have a whole new life.
Become a brand new person
And just start all over.
If I could.
Here I go again. It is a New year so I decided to let you in again. Gave you a second chance? A second chance to break my heart? The year has just begun, a well of tears overflowing,drip by drip they trickle down my cheek slowly soaking my pillow. Time for me to pick myself up and start over again. I said this at the start of last year. It seems to me that my new year is not so NEW....
Here or there
Everywhere or nowhere
Move the boxes
Move the lives
But still leaving an impression
But still will be forgotten
Gone like wispy smoke
Around like solid ground
Will always be here
Will always be away
And so the day begins with a breath of fresh air, the sun beaming down on us.
With a sky so blue there’s bound to be something new to discover.
Setting a bare foot on the green grass, feeling the earth beneath you…
A feeling so exhilirating and free.
Let us breathe in the happiness and freedom of the new day.
Dawn of a new day
watch it rise
last smoke 'till who knows when
turn the heater down and become one with the cold
no more hiding out
new season of life
new days and nights to come
make a decision to crawl out of that shell at last
music is playing
all the movies I've seen
now is the time and here is the moment when
I start again
Slivers of unintended new experiences
Stuck painlessly into our feet
Moving along the same splintered wooden dock
We both have trodded before
Too safely to have carried any scar tissue
But now our earth touchers resemble
Porcupines that when touched
Refuse to release our quills
But offer a story or two to remember we've been here before instead
Of losing the memories we've gained.
And when we finally pick the wood out
it fashions into a fence gate that opens up to
New stories new experiences
New feelings new apprehensions
New looks on a new face wrapped in gift wrap
So I have to make it Christmas to open them up
without buying anything but just by giving the gift of presence as presents.
And anything more is another present under the tree
It's nice to know that sometimes when you plant trust
It grows into honesty
Honestly it's refreshing
It's a test of moral strength and how far you can carry the torch.
In the Olympic sport of courting