Hello...Goodbye, These are which pass between the steps of you and I Hello...Goodbye These we say as the days goes by and by... Like a nector shared between mouth and lips or an exit and terminus...
I didn't know who I was until I met you, I didn't know what I was until I met you, I won't put the burden of solving all of the questions of life on you...All my life I searched for someone to answer these questions, give me hope, give me direction...I was only searching for myself when I hung those issues on you...
circles... I stare in wonder sometimes at life...and hold the things close to me as dear as I can...I am done pushing the good away for the sake of the bad, the doing away for the sake of the done as the precious is present and vice versa.. and the circle, and the circle....
The others are cynical and say it won't work, both left and right are not quite...in the business of making things better or moving the issue forward...Daemons are not...the people who are caught...building instead of tearing down...
Sometimes I hit back harder than I've been hit, though it's wrong it's in my nature, like the scorpion and the frog, I am not a bump on the log...or a violet shrinking. I've learned to let things pass, to let the rain wash over me...and hope that eventually...I can do without the need to strike out at anything or anyone that has done me wrong...
I'm tired of looking for something that I have always had in my pocket, My fingers can reach it My nose can smell it It's on the tip of my tongue.. yet it might as well be, 1000 miles from me, One does not find things in this universe, They find you, when you are ready, willing, and able to see that these things you look for... are me
There's a place I go to runaway from a world that makes me often say...I've had enough. There are times when I just want to escape and find that place away from everything, where something is enough of a promise..
mine eyes have seen the stories, my heart was nearly broken, my soul has sought confession, and my trust is nearly locked These stories leave me bent and turned around inside, for with every shot they not only slay but rob, I'll not say your name, I'll not tell your story, Because you haven't advanced the cause, you've only set it back a thousand years and a hundred score. You haven't created, you've only destroyed and there's nothing memorable about that.
Headlocks and strangleholds won't stop me nor will walls or chains slow me... my love slips through cracks and interacts with all that lives and somethings that don't
Big and small, tall and short, We all come to feed, we all need the same things, Big and small, tall and short, We all come to feed, we all need the same things,
I can see the back of me no more than I can see too far on the road in front of me. I can look in the mirror but then I see only a shell, the lines drawn but not very well. Do my soul and dreams look different to others as my reflection also seems different to me despite a plea to remain the same for them as it does for me