It’s the place we live A place of treachery A place of trembling hope And sorrow
A place where centuries of salty tears Have cried the oceans high Where the pines, the redwoods, and the oaks Have fled high to the skies—learning from their earthly mistakes
I want to know it all But I know I never will And I want to feel strong But a feeble human existence can never fulfill
And when the thorn ****** That’s when I’ll feel pain But to the pain I feel when I lose you Every few months-it is nothing
You were here on the first day And we know-- and He knows You wont be here for the last But I hope you will be, for the talks in between
We don’t really talk about it Instead we talk to talk intelligently And I like that And you like that
And that is why we’re the same I wonder when I’ll have faith Perhaps, when you have faith Have faith in me and have trust in my words
Sorrys spread themselves wide—too wide With every rise of the sun and turn of the tide Despite the try, despite a determination of independence They are taken
I worry I lack some sympathy For I did not cry the day I heard But you do not cry on the days you die And you die for quite a few of them
Do you know who knows? Or do you not care Does it matter? For me, it does, and you know, and he knows, and she knows
I scoffed the day I heard you believed I laughed that I figured you a man of reason You said you could be both I still scoff
When I shall count the stars When I shall breathe evenly When I shall free the butterflies from the pits of me That’s when I shall—when I shall free you of the blame
I know you deny it And you may right not deserve it But when I’ve read of all the little live things We too, will be alive
Do you count your lucky stars Or do you rest assured I call the arrogance a bluff I call it today—for tomorrow
The blanket of grey Which comforts me so nicely Will always remain a compliment A compliment, remembered, and not deserved
It’s a humbling experience to realize Not one idea you will think Will ever be Original
And it’s a disappointment to realize Some ideas Ideas of others You will never even think
In that I call injustice But no one will make it just And I will rest aside Quiet… less than robust
My existence is frightening So is yours So is his, so is hers Though arrogance makes for a fantastic façade
And we’re all incredibly concerned That today will be lost before we have achieved something--anything Yet too distracted by tomorrow We fulfill the prophecy, and yes, we lose today
Pride is a thing to tussle with I want to be proud, but more so, I want you to be proud Of me We’ve been told to not be so proud
To be humble and oh so very honest Though those before me have proved, time, time again That to be anyone and to get anywhere, Humility just won’t do
And that’s the juxtaposition I live The contradiction I’ll never escape How to make it all of worth While upholding a worth of self
Your mood changes with the moon And I try not to mind For I know that mine Is as steady as the tides—not very