I feel a restless urge I cannot fight
But must make peace with
I feel a yearning in my soul
Does anyone hear my voice?
It is an arrow shot into the dark,
A museum label
Failing to describe the exhibit
It is a sunrise behind glass.
I want it to be freed
I do not have the tools to free it.
The words I speak
Aren't enough.
I need a sound, a touch, a taste
And more to express even an inkling
Of all I think, and therefore all I am
Do you feel the meaning?
I fear it will never dawn in your eyes.
I fear the light is only dim in mine.
May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 1:17 AM UTC
I feel a restless urge I cannot fight
But must make peace with
I feel a yearning in my soul
Does anyone hear my voice?
It is an arrow shot into the dark,
A museum label
Failing to describe the exhibit
It is a sunrise behind glass.
I want it to be freed
I do not have the tools to free it.
The words I speak
Aren't enough.
I need a sound, a touch, a taste
And more to express even an inkling
Of all I think, and therefore all I am
Do you feel the meaning?
I fear it will never dawn in your eyes.
I fear the light is only dim in mine.
