Here I am, circling this drain once more,
A lifetime of expectation dwindling down,
Down into a memory walking out my door
Wearing my hopes like they were a crown.
And through my partially cracked mind
Sobs warped with static reach my ears.
Remainders of the dreams I can't find,
Like a synergism of all my worst fears.
But I can't give up; I can't stop my living.
It can't be possible for me to lose breath.
I haven't spent enough of my years giving
To be taken away and succumb to death.
So I step away from my deceit, from lies,
Opening my arms once more to receive
A blessing, the dissolution of a disguise,
A wide open life that refuses to deceive.
I feel weightless now, a breeze in the sky,
Optimistic sights lit by a bright red sun
As I grasp your hand, forgetting to die,
Walking as we watch everyone else run.
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 12:55 PM UTC
Here I am, circling this drain once more,
A lifetime of expectation dwindling down,
Down into a memory walking out my door
Wearing my hopes like they were a crown.
And through my partially cracked mind
Sobs warped with static reach my ears.
Remainders of the dreams I can't find,
Like a synergism of all my worst fears.
But I can't give up; I can't stop my living.
It can't be possible for me to lose breath.
I haven't spent enough of my years giving
To be taken away and succumb to death.
So I step away from my deceit, from lies,
Opening my arms once more to receive
A blessing, the dissolution of a disguise,
A wide open life that refuses to deceive.
I feel weightless now, a breeze in the sky,
Optimistic sights lit by a bright red sun
As I grasp your hand, forgetting to die,
Walking as we watch everyone else run.
6/10/10.
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