Wood splinters in a forest of glass,
falling leaves of solid brass,
raining on me heavy and hard,
leaving me exhausted and charred.
Looking beyond the harshest fact,
feeling the way others say to act,
lost in a world of contemplation,
taking things in moderation.
Losing sight of what is true,
walking on coals with only one shoe,
seeking all that I know is right,
seeing only my last sight.
No one is there
Why do I always get the short end of the stick.
Nothing is ever my pick.
I look around and all I see
is everyone being happier than me.
I see them smile, I see them grin,
playing and dancing, spreading sin.
I look away to the other side
and by the same rules as the others they too abide.
And I'm left alone, in the middle of it all
with no room to move, only fall.
Try as I may, try as I might,
I am constantly losing my will to fight.
With people all around me drenched in sin,
with their sex and their raves, my patience runs thin.
Would I be better off if I did the same,
if I went against my own rules, could I lose blame.
If I did as they all do,
would I be better off, would I make it through.
As I sit alone
with an unplugged phone,
and no will to care anymore,
drifting away from the social shore,
watching the land fade away,
as does the rest of the day.
All by myself with no one else with me,
no one around that I can see.
Wishing there was someone there
that would take and bear
to be with someone like I,
who when they see me breathes a great sigh,
and shows happiness in their eyes.
That would be a surprise,
because it they couldn't exist,
because I've already endured everyone's fist,
and never once have I found
someone like that around.
And now I sit all alone under a tree
of grief and misery,
and pay my dues to the man whom I
thought would see eye to eye.
But he's not there.
There's only and empty chair.
So I'll just sit here and die,
under the darkened sky,
and wait for they who do not exist,
and continue to endure the world's cruelest fist.
Nothing is ever my pick.
I look around and all I see
is everyone being happier than me.
I see them smile, I see them grin,
playing and dancing, spreading sin.
I look away to the other side
and by the same rules as the others they too abide.
And I'm left alone, in the middle of it all
with no room to move, only fall.
Try as I may, try as I might,
I am constantly losing my will to fight.
With people all around me drenched in sin,
with their sex and their raves, my patience runs thin.
Would I be better off if I did the same,
if I went against my own rules, could I lose blame.
If I did as they all do,
would I be better off, would I make it through.
As I sit alone
with an unplugged phone,
and no will to care anymore,
drifting away from the social shore,
watching the land fade away,
as does the rest of the day.
All by myself with no one else with me,
no one around that I can see.
Wishing there was someone there
that would take and bear
to be with someone like I,
who when they see me breathes a great sigh,
and shows happiness in their eyes.
That would be a surprise,
because it they couldn't exist,
because I've already endured everyone's fist,
and never once have I found
someone like that around.
And now I sit all alone under a tree
of grief and misery,
and pay my dues to the man whom I
thought would see eye to eye.
But he's not there.
There's only and empty chair.
So I'll just sit here and die,
under the darkened sky,
and wait for they who do not exist,
and continue to endure the world's cruelest fist.
Boredom takes a toll.
Time ticks on as I watch the clock.
Not wanting to do the work I've got.
I do this and I do that.
Distracting thought.
Thinking about the last thing I bought.
Listening to the music on the radio.
The calls she takes and in truth doesn't care
for the people in distress.
Unlucky for the rest.
Taking time to read a book.
Looking at how long it took.
Flipping through one more time
with no care for what I have to do.
All I want is you.
Not wanting to do the work I've got.
I do this and I do that.
Distracting thought.
Thinking about the last thing I bought.
Listening to the music on the radio.
The calls she takes and in truth doesn't care
for the people in distress.
Unlucky for the rest.
Taking time to read a book.
Looking at how long it took.
Flipping through one more time
with no care for what I have to do.
All I want is you.
A Bridge
Walking in the woods by a brook,
I stride along the path I took,
and in front of me I see a bridge.
If only I could be a bridge.
If I could be a bridge for everyone,
to stretch out over race, religion, language, and gender.
If I could be a bridge for everyone,
to rest one end on the shores of freedom,
and the other spread across the world for all to cross.
If I could be a bridge for everyone,
they could pass over all of the torment and hatred
to a land of peace and harmony.
If I could be a bridge for everyone,
I would stay strong and sturdy,
to never sway, never rock, never fall.
If I could be a bridge for everyone,
they could walk, drive, skip, flip across and never trip and fall.
If I could be a bridge for everyone,
I would have walls of impenetrable glass
to protect my cargo in passing.
If I could be a bridge for everyone,
I could help everyone see the eyes of God.
Oh, if only I could be a bridge.
Staring at that bridge,
watching the people as they cross,
as they peek over the edge into the blissful water,
I see the wanting in their eyes,
I see the moment of peace they feel,
and if I were that bridge,
I would be healed.
I stride along the path I took,
and in front of me I see a bridge.
If only I could be a bridge.
If I could be a bridge for everyone,
to stretch out over race, religion, language, and gender.
If I could be a bridge for everyone,
to rest one end on the shores of freedom,
and the other spread across the world for all to cross.
If I could be a bridge for everyone,
they could pass over all of the torment and hatred
to a land of peace and harmony.
If I could be a bridge for everyone,
I would stay strong and sturdy,
to never sway, never rock, never fall.
If I could be a bridge for everyone,
they could walk, drive, skip, flip across and never trip and fall.
If I could be a bridge for everyone,
I would have walls of impenetrable glass
to protect my cargo in passing.
If I could be a bridge for everyone,
I could help everyone see the eyes of God.
Oh, if only I could be a bridge.
Staring at that bridge,
watching the people as they cross,
as they peek over the edge into the blissful water,
I see the wanting in their eyes,
I see the moment of peace they feel,
and if I were that bridge,
I would be healed.
Still Rain
Looking outside at the rain falling down
wondering what it would be like;
what it would be like if time could stop
take a pause, a moment of motionless matter.
To have time stop and be able to go up close,
see the falling rain,
looking at a single drop.
Seeing the shape of the water
as it falls from the sky
catching wonder in my eye.
The beauty of the shape;
so simple, so perfect.
The meaning one drop could have;
showing the feelings of the world,
the rage, anger, sadness, happiness, peace, calm.
In that drop, at that moment in time;
that moment of stillness,
lies the world.
wondering what it would be like;
what it would be like if time could stop
take a pause, a moment of motionless matter.
To have time stop and be able to go up close,
see the falling rain,
looking at a single drop.
Seeing the shape of the water
as it falls from the sky
catching wonder in my eye.
The beauty of the shape;
so simple, so perfect.
The meaning one drop could have;
showing the feelings of the world,
the rage, anger, sadness, happiness, peace, calm.
In that drop, at that moment in time;
that moment of stillness,
lies the world.
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