Still searching,
still,
still...
I know,
I do know
its here,
but just cant find it.
It's in my hands,
it should be,
but,
but still,
I cant see...
It's just me,
and no one else
knows.
I deserve it,
I need it,
still,
still,
still searching...
I am scared...
Scared
...

I wasn’t in time for so much…
I didn’t knit my bag out of rope.
Do you remember how I loved that:
Knitting, twisting… and I didn’t mope.

I wasn’t in time for so much…
I didn’t paint that indistinct canvas,
Which smells of magic autumn flavour,
With oil strokes, all wet with tears.

I wasn’t in time for so much…
I didn’t walk down Monmartre at all.
I didn’t visit that cafe in Paris,
Where they served clafouti after all.

I wasn’t in time for so much…
I didn’t kiss you ample for me.
I didn’t inhale you enough, my truelove.
Oh, if I only could foresee.

I wasn’t in time for so much…
I didn’t find in heart to tell you.
Do you recall that night when the star fell?
I made a wish that I’d never get lost you.

At
Some
Point
In the midst of
This.

It was all
Supposed
To make
Some
Sort
Of
Sense.

I'd make it
In my own
Way
And
Figure out what
It was that
I'm missing.

One day ,
Meaning
Was gonna meet
Me in some
Dusty, *****,
Back road,
And I'd
Finally
Live.

At least that
Was the lie,
I told people
To get them
To
Stay.

And,
I believed it,
For a while.

And
Wouldn't you
Know it,
I never did,
Quite, make
It past
Today.

I musta had
Some
Hopes and dreams,
Kicking around.

Probably threw them
Out
When I had
To leave.