Looking thru a looking glass
Wonderin’ if I have to wait this past.
Asking questions no one’s asked
I wade to drown
Sleeping in a waking dream
Suddenly I seem obscene
I do not know what I really mean
I’m on my way out
Weigh your mellow on my soul
As I’m heading down below
Extinguishing my anguished glow
I’ve hit the ground
Now you’d make me pick me up
Wondering “oh what the fuck?”
Not a simple “down on my luck”
They don’t believe me now.
In my world, I wonder where you’ve gone, why I’m so beyond... your touch and your song.
I’m waiting for the day, when we can stop and play... when we will be okay... when will the fear be gone?
I’ll blame it on the shattered dreams
And on all the in-betweens
How I can’t see past your schemes......
What here in the wind does my mind take notice of?
The closer I come to the other side, the less cognizant I am of where my path has taken me…
Is there an answer here?
And you said that you would find me here…
Find me even in death.
With each drop I get colder
With each drop I get closer
Each thick drop, bitter and sharp.
I can’t see you, or the other side...
Why, here am I so alone, now when I need someone the most...
My face hits first... one by one my rain follows, almost in line, from the wound, from the sky.
I wish I had the strength to ask, but... does this change anything?
Does it?
And now I’m falling, spun in vertigo... on the ground, and still, but falling.
Colder and closer.
I feel the warmth of the rain against my face, and the cool of the wind at my back.
And now I feel nothing at all.
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