Whether you know it or not, you murdered Me. Or at least a version of me. The me who flew off into those potentials And maybe's and what if's As if the only way forward was up. He sought the greener pastures Littered with your name and played The game of same-nes(s)-cessary Action only to find an oblivion Of ambiguity.
I’m rolling My life is like film It keeps flashing My eyes before me See what’s headed after me I’ve gotten here through love I’ve been held back here by jealousy I’m rolling on the ground My life is like film My raw image is hated I’ve been double exposed The light just isn’t getting it right Dash cam is sending out live I’m a flip show for everyone alive My steering column is looking fuzzy 10 feet ahead of me I can live through memories Swerve the wheel I’m rolling My life is like film Shut in a dark room Then seeing the light of day Through a screen-shot • Breathe, Stop steering Cruise, control your feelings You don’t need to cry for me
The mirror reveals the soul within It is hazy water filled In a desert mi raged heart
It is barren Where whence it was full throttled cherry blossomed, apple cheeked rosy
The mirror reveals the soul within Scorched embers Still can see through the branches to a small piece Not yet scorned Tenderly aching but still filled with a sense of wonder A leaf not torn A branch unbroken, its leaves fall, hoping to dance in the suns warmth
The mirror reveals the soul within Whose lines tell stories like trees that have grown There bark is brittled beauty Born from moments that were swept up like wisps of air
The mirror reveals the soul within Still standing Still solemn Still here.