there’s a hole in my sole
that helps me feel the ground
wandering alone
this long and winding road
a black sheep
never sheds its wool
forever garnered unworthy to be
glibly cast off by the fold
a greater loss than ever be known
washed away like season’s rain
changing tides do steal away
castles made of sand
it’s a hard journey
to carry the weight of the load
the gravity of obscurity,
the potholes in the road
comes a time, stalled at crossroads,
it just don’t matter anymore;
a time to carry on, a time for letting go
a time to walk another mile
in these worn out shoes, alone
I’m more than you’ll never know
a body in a soul
I didn’t even want the heart you broke,
it’s yours to keep --
I finally found my real name,
shed this invisible skin;
I won’t be me
when you see me again
I'm leaving the invisible world
there's never a breathe
you can afford to waste
wandering alone again
this long and winding road...
wild is the wind © 3.15.2016
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 7:20 PM UTC
there’s a hole in my sole
that helps me feel the ground
wandering alone
this long and winding road
a black sheep
never sheds its wool
forever garnered unworthy to be
glibly cast off by the fold
a greater loss than ever be known
washed away like season’s rain
changing tides do steal away
castles made of sand
it’s a hard journey
to carry the weight of the load
the gravity of obscurity,
the potholes in the road
comes a time, stalled at crossroads,
it just don’t matter anymore;
a time to carry on, a time for letting go
a time to walk another mile
in these worn out shoes, alone
I’m more than you’ll never know
a body in a soul
I didn’t even want the heart you broke,
it’s yours to keep --
I finally found my real name,
shed this invisible skin;
I won’t be me
when you see me again
I'm leaving the invisible world
there's never a breathe
you can afford to waste
wandering alone again
this long and winding road...
wild is the wind © 3.15.2016
Notes (optional)
some say, "you can't lose what you never had (?!)"
i need to keep reminding myself that destiny "is" fate... nothing more, nothing less...just what "is"....you can't steer the river
even knowing in your heart, "acceptance" may be just another word for giving up
