Writhing in my slumber, my stomachs knotted and my chest is tight;
I know, through my dream, morning comes.
Dreading the dawn, my soul is lost to the night;
Though my body will soon return on home.
Lying in a field of soft purple grass, gazing up at the bright green sky,
I know this truth is truer, than any I thought I once knew.
So, though blissfully happy, I cry.
I'm restless, not from the dream-life I am living
But for the truth that comes with the breaking dawn.
I know with the morning I'll awaken
and with it my feet will walk on home
I came in search of pieces of me,
lost throughout old New York town.
I leave with more of me left behind,
The me that once was, no longer found.
Through foolish hope and reckless abandon,
I believed I could get her out of my system.
But she's shown me a whole new world, now. One beyond compare.
To deprive my heart of such wonder, simply would not be fair.
...But I know I must leave her,
morning has now come.
It's time to wake and
return these vagabond shoes home.
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 3:16 AM UTC
Writhing in my slumber, my stomachs knotted and my chest is tight;
I know, through my dream, morning comes.
Dreading the dawn, my soul is lost to the night;
Though my body will soon return on home.
Lying in a field of soft purple grass, gazing up at the bright green sky,
I know this truth is truer, than any I thought I once knew.
So, though blissfully happy, I cry.
I'm restless, not from the dream-life I am living
But for the truth that comes with the breaking dawn.
I know with the morning I'll awaken
and with it my feet will walk on home
I came in search of pieces of me,
lost throughout old New York town.
I leave with more of me left behind,
The me that once was, no longer found.
Through foolish hope and reckless abandon,
I believed I could get her out of my system.
But she's shown me a whole new world, now. One beyond compare.
To deprive my heart of such wonder, simply would not be fair.
...But I know I must leave her,
morning has now come.
It's time to wake and
return these vagabond shoes home.
Written in Oct, 2012 during my 3 month stay in Brooklyn, New York.
The last verse forever inscribed by my side.
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