"droor" poems
I'm writing this in the middle of the night,
when there's nothing to do but sleep,
but I'm not ready to forget about the world,
wandering through dreams that aren't mine to keep
and now I lay here,
thinking about passion,
and how we sometimes put it in a droor,
to make way for practicality,
until one day, we think of it no more
dreams have a way of wilting,
when they are left to collect dust.
they slowly ferment in regret,
they suffer from distrust.
so take these words with you,
in those moments of doubt,
when you find yourself in need of a steady hand,
when people tell you to buy a suit,
when they tell you to quit the band
though a small victory it might have been,
you've tasted greatness so far,
even if it was in a dimly lit room,
in some crummy little bar
don't write off your dreams,
don't discount your success
because the magic was there,
even if the crowds were not
I've said it before,
and I'll say it again,
your music is making the world a better place:
reminding me of the beauty,
making me forgot about the haste
so do yourself a favor,
do a kindness to the world,
stick it out and see what happens,
when your waking dreams unfurl
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 2:17 PM UTC
It's a droor that just keeps going on
it's all the words I can't fit into a song
it's the untold story
of all the pages we couldn't write
it's the words that keep me up at night
it's the song that can't be sung
it's a battle on my tongue
it's a tribute to the days and nights
I spent cold without your hand in sight
it's the words that say we threw our fight
it's silence.
Jun 1, 2010
Jun 1, 2010 at 7:31 PM UTC