Friday, June 25, 2004

i can conjure up ideas and visions all my own
dreams i'd see unfolding as i'd mold them.
i can stay or go on whim or wind
and watch the pieces all fall in
but who's to say that's how its set in motion?
frustrated with the way things feel
changed plans, spilled bottles, a climb uphill
and wanting to feel better
escape seems welcome
but i know that's not the way i'll settle
so numbly i sit on this floor
and feel my heart pound lightly
mouth meekly whispers truths i'm sure
and promises not broken yet held coldly
pretended patience vows i'll wait
for clarity and open sight
of where i'm lead to next
in my flight towards the change

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