This is the moment of self desire
of the meeting the morning's end
of the going back before the long push forward
of the reconnect to the grand defend
The origins of one's own truth
the many faces called my own
the unnecessary yet oh so needed
before the claim to the thrown
You meet the many with desire
and hope they'll give love in return
and you throw back one last glance
at the ropes you long to spurn
Boy has turned to a man
looking to turn once more
peace bought with the killing
with all the blood but not the gore
Still looking for that oh so missing
the puzzle piece you dare not force
here's to hoping, the actors actions
do not falter, and stay their course
You oh so treasure truth's beginning
and look back at tales of yore
and try to be, that from which
the long forgotten story tore
Jan 19, 2011
Jan 19, 2011 at 6:49 AM UTC
This is the moment of self desire
of the meeting the morning's end
of the going back before the long push forward
of the reconnect to the grand defend
The origins of one's own truth
the many faces called my own
the unnecessary yet oh so needed
before the claim to the thrown
You meet the many with desire
and hope they'll give love in return
and you throw back one last glance
at the ropes you long to spurn
Boy has turned to a man
looking to turn once more
peace bought with the killing
with all the blood but not the gore
Still looking for that oh so missing
the puzzle piece you dare not force
here's to hoping, the actors actions
do not falter, and stay their course
You oh so treasure truth's beginning
and look back at tales of yore
and try to be, that from which
the long forgotten story tore