There’s not a day goes by
That I wonder why love is not so easy to forget
You give everything you have
Then you walk away as if you never met
Even if it was my idea to leave
It's the life that I weave

You have new lines on your face
Telling a story that a stranger can only guess
But they have their own history
It’s different, still there’s something to confess
Even if it’s your need to deceive
It's the life that I weave

Time can make your life into a movie
You can watch anytime you want if want to
Every time I watch I learn all over again
But the end is always the same when it comes to you
Even if I have something new up my sleeve
It's the life that I weave

I always get out of bed
People think I’m strong but that’s all just talk
If it was true I’d find somebody new
But taking a chance seems to be such a long walk
Even if an excuse is what I believe
It's the life that I weave

Once when I was not so worldly
I was able to give time away like desert sands
Now I’m counting grains
I can’t believe a lifetime has passed through my hands
Even if I must continue to grieve
It's the life that I weave

Sometimes a mirage is real
And what I once gave away without remorse
Is now another way to live
I see the garden, if I could only change my course
Even if I know not what I receive
It's the life that I weave

She went west in her mind
The song she heard was the one I was playing
I didn’t have a nickel’s worth of answers
But it doesn’t matter if a smile understands what I’m saying
Even if love is a mystery we must conceive
It's the life that I weave

I wondered about what I know
Maybe my belief is just God in a different suit
A surprise without a plan is the plan
If you come to me you’ll see me eating the same fruit
Even if it is the one  I took from Eve
It's the life that I weave

I know
Or maybe I just think
I can't really judge
Culture is what we make of it
We own it
It says something about us
But my music
Is it really better?
Or is it because of the times
I can listen to something new
In my room
Or in a crowd of young people
But I'm not young anymore
So it has to be connected to something else
Something important to me
So is it the music
Or is it what I was doing at the time?
I once was part of the scene
Now I'm an observer
It doesn't matter what I say
Or what I know
So I'll just stay in my lane
I won't drive too fast
Or make a statement just to do it
I know I'm different
Why do I have to prove it to anyone?
I don't get off on that anymore
I don't trust anyone based on their age
I don't distrust anyone based on their age
I just listen
Then I decide
I know if it's of any value
Not to define their worth
But instead their willingness to be honest about themselves
It takes time
Sometimes there's not enough
And they move on
So it was just a point in time
And they may not even remember you knew them like that
When they were trying to prove their worth
And they didn't even know what it was
Or how to do it
They just wrote a novel in the way they spoke
But the pages will be discarded when they grow up
I'll just wait until that time
Because then they will know what I know
And that is that we really can't judge
Who's going to help the world anyway
What can you do except live?

The echoes of my footsteps are so far away
I will never know if they will ever be found
Like stars awakening one by one
Or watching light moving east to west
The fear of mortality will never make a sound

I saw tears draped as dew on a green meadow
Glistening memories of the past upon your soul
Like candles burning a hole in the night
Or the sun making red the ocean blue
We will try to make our broken hearts whole

you were looking at a shattered mirror
you thought I was the moon
laid long by your sorrows
i carefully tried to deflect your hopeful eyes
i pleaded for you to forget the past
but the clouds hid my meaning

you were listening to a flower whisper
you remembered it as a scar
a dandelion blown by caution
a heart trembling while sleeping
you were unable to open your eyes
but my dreams became your own

you once thought morals meant something
you learned it was only pride
a burning mind finally decided
nothing would be hard that you can make easy
once a mirror sees its purpose
a kiss can find the things you once lost

The poet frames the void.
The critic voids the frame.

A pumpkin scared the moose
That's why he was on the loose
But Arthur caught the beast
And made him the Thanksgiving feast

The semi colon; is a period
That has one “a pause trophy”   ;)
WIZDUMBs BY JA 633