Tis the season to be falling Tis the season to be gay Tis the season to be flying Higher, farther, away ~
Chains loosened she calls to her mother An earthy musk, grains of sand, mud on her face. A scruffy mutt laying listlessly on the tarmac, ribs rattling with the effort of each breath. She is home.
Muted flames thrashing in its cage, raging in the midst of civilization, a crucifixion of sorts. Tearing at its hair wildly, the masses trickling by, mouth agape in a silent scream. Ashes mixed into pieces of scalp, begging to be found.
Oblivious to a sound like thunder, clapping in one's ears. Strangled scream lost in translation, a language so old none could decipher. Fear wielding urgency, a disguise of desperation, depression.
Some nights I lie awake in bed yearning to forget Running into walls plastered with pictures of regret I've lost all sense of direction Wandering a mental maze Roaming in circles Dark foggy daze When I let the demons guide The road turns rough and winded But how else do I navigate When my own eyes are blinded?
You'll never know how near the edge we came, sailing past the world that's known to men. Your ignorance, good Captain, was to blame for the risks we took. You do not ken how fragile was the ship, nor how the crew was suffering in waters cold, beyond our charts of isles and straits, the seas we knew were far behind us, out of sight, long gone. I guided us through danger, reefs and shoals; the crew were stalwart, never letting fear overwhelm their courage, though we rolled upon our beam-ends, bringing shipwreck near. You'll never know the gauntlet that we ran to set your feet so gently on the land.
I think I made a wrong turn somewhere. I mean, I guess- well, it's embarrassing, but I just kept following my GPS even when the roads got rough and my gut felt a little strange (you know it, right? That twinge you start to get when you realize you have no idea where you are?) and before I knew it, I was in the middle of nowhere.
Maybe the batteries are low, though you'd think they'd install some kind of warning about that- I mean, people are depending on these things, you know, to get them places. They've even got them in phones.
Google Maps, I hear.
Anyway, I really...I really think I'm lost. Could you give me directions?
They've clipped my wings, darling I want to soar through the heavens And land in your arms Like old times But I'm earth bound and alone Miles away from your love I'll find a way, No matter the cost. No matter the length. Even if it takes me a millennia, I'll find my way back to you, my love.
Listening to I love you so by the Walters and in my feels ****