I don’t know what to take seriously
It seems it is only how I feel anymore
Anymore
How I feel anymore
I’ve passed the world by
Watching for the smiling grievers
Just like me
Trapped by choices made long ago
The way a sad man can laugh
Is just another miracle of life
Hopping, stone to stone
The distance widening each time
The place to stand ever smaller
As long as my feet are dry
I will be held together by these small joys
I think I have been blinded somehow
It seems I’ve lost my way
My way
I’ve lost my way
I don’t have to make myself write something
That is where I live now
Not in a closet
Not in the jungle
I don’t have to prove that to you
I wonder about someone who takes life literally
With a sword in their hand, dividing life before them
I’ve felt the blade, ****** deeply
And they told me it was God saving me
Still, I continue on
I am subdued not by sadness but by outrage
I am subdued not by outrage but by sadness
Hopping, stone to stone
Carefully placed before me
An old man cannot survive without his dignity
I think I’ve not prepared myself for this
The greatest challenge of a life
My life
The greatest challenge of my life
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 11:35 PM UTC
I don’t know what to take seriously
It seems it is only how I feel anymore
Anymore
How I feel anymore
I’ve passed the world by
Watching for the smiling grievers
Just like me
Trapped by choices made long ago
The way a sad man can laugh
Is just another miracle of life
Hopping, stone to stone
The distance widening each time
The place to stand ever smaller
As long as my feet are dry
I will be held together by these small joys
I think I have been blinded somehow
It seems I’ve lost my way
My way
I’ve lost my way
I don’t have to make myself write something
That is where I live now
Not in a closet
Not in the jungle
I don’t have to prove that to you
I wonder about someone who takes life literally
With a sword in their hand, dividing life before them
I’ve felt the blade, ****** deeply
And they told me it was God saving me
Still, I continue on
I am subdued not by sadness but by outrage
I am subdued not by outrage but by sadness
Hopping, stone to stone
Carefully placed before me
An old man cannot survive without his dignity
I think I’ve not prepared myself for this
The greatest challenge of a life
My life
The greatest challenge of my life
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