Jan 2015
Does he look forever
Everywhere, high and low?
But here and there, ever never
Never ever will he find
In the search for more and better,
He'll never find the world he left behind.
He fears to fall asleep
Because he'll have to wake.
And when he wakes he might find
He left all he loved and needed,
What truly matters, in the reality he left behind.
So focused on where he wants to go.
No time to take in what he has.
Living in the clouds of fantasy
Will he find the time to enjoy the moments before they pass?
In a world of men marching in their own directions
Too busy, no time for reflections.
Men that build their walls and never speak.
Do those walls hide the secrets we keep?
Afraid to show sympathy, to appear weak.
Do they know loss or do they never weep?
In the confines of the darkest corners of our souls,
Hidden from reality any glimpse of innocence.
Harboring takes it's toll
And any recognition results in violence.
Amidst their secrets and lies,
Their walls block any chance of compromise.
And in the infinite search for more of what doesn't matter,
Hoarding the material and superficial,
Time and truth does shatter
The image that isn't real.
Only then do we see we sacrificed all we needed for all we wanted
And discovered we're not perfect when we're forced to feel.
Hidden, buried inside me,
The anger grew.
And although they said they loved me,
How could they love what they never knew?
It was easier to walk away.
For they couldn't accept what they didn't see.
And I couldn't find the words to say
That they only knew pieces, but not all of me.
In the day of my final judgment
I will be faced with who I am
And answer for every sin.
And hopefully He'll show mercy
Because I didn't bend my knee to any man.
But I know now the only thing to say
When I approach my Father that day.
"I'm sorry for all I trampled
While trying to get where I was going,
Scattered, shattered, thirsted for knowing.
Searching, grasping, crawling and finally glad."
Yet I know the only words I'll be able to say,
"Is that I'm grateful for the time I had."
Everywhere, high and low?
But here and there, ever never
Never ever will he find
In the search for more and better,
He'll never find the world he left behind.
He fears to fall asleep
Because he'll have to wake.
And when he wakes he might find
He left all he loved and needed,
What truly matters, in the reality he left behind.
So focused on where he wants to go.
No time to take in what he has.
Living in the clouds of fantasy
Will he find the time to enjoy the moments before they pass?
In a world of men marching in their own directions
Too busy, no time for reflections.
Men that build their walls and never speak.
Do those walls hide the secrets we keep?
Afraid to show sympathy, to appear weak.
Do they know loss or do they never weep?
In the confines of the darkest corners of our souls,
Hidden from reality any glimpse of innocence.
Harboring takes it's toll
And any recognition results in violence.
Amidst their secrets and lies,
Their walls block any chance of compromise.
And in the infinite search for more of what doesn't matter,
Hoarding the material and superficial,
Time and truth does shatter
The image that isn't real.
Only then do we see we sacrificed all we needed for all we wanted
And discovered we're not perfect when we're forced to feel.
Hidden, buried inside me,
The anger grew.
And although they said they loved me,
How could they love what they never knew?
It was easier to walk away.
For they couldn't accept what they didn't see.
And I couldn't find the words to say
That they only knew pieces, but not all of me.
In the day of my final judgment
I will be faced with who I am
And answer for every sin.
And hopefully He'll show mercy
Because I didn't bend my knee to any man.
But I know now the only thing to say
When I approach my Father that day.
"I'm sorry for all I trampled
While trying to get where I was going,
Scattered, shattered, thirsted for knowing.
Searching, grasping, crawling and finally glad."
Yet I know the only words I'll be able to say,
"Is that I'm grateful for the time I had."
