For 25 years now
There hasn’t been a day;
When I’d stop searching for the same light
That once led my astray.
Sometimes the light would burn me
As I reach towards the source
And other times
It’d blind me
Without slightest remorse.
We’re all looking for something
Are we ever complete
If someone’s keeping score could you
Add just one more defeat
I see hope in what scares you
What you’d never think of
Falling asleep on train tracks
Or turning up gas stove.
Those who know love are happy
It’s such a wasteful claim
I know, I’ve been to heaven
It makes hell seem so tame.
For 25 more years I
Will search for hand to hold.
Falling asleep on train tracks
Ignoring all I’m told.