It’s a dream
It’s a dream that we seek
That often forget the importance of this reality
That so few realize ,for so many it may never be
I guestion myself ,I still don’t know why
I question my effort, I question my need
I question my intentions
What does life mean?
Years go by quickly in the end it would seem that there should be an answer ,but it escapes me.
I could write down every idea, draw every leaf carve every branch of the proverbial tree.
But where does that leave me? It to will be forgotten just as quick as it came ,the insperational vortex has me on my knees.
Time is short , I should not expect anyone to hear me , I guess that is the reason why.
Looking at my past ,I wondered why would I believe, Now seems obvious . When I cried no one came to see, no body heard me no body knew but me.
A lifetime I spent looking yet was to blind to see
The answer to my troubles were right in front of me
Looking back at me in the mirror It begins to make sense
That I struggled for nothing yet I put up a defence
I believe I am honest but I guess that was not so
I believe I loved but what does that show
Helpless or hoping what more could I do
In the end, the reality was I just wanted you
They are only words , formations of sound
our eyes can not hear them
Nor can our ears feel them
they touch us so completely
they can build us up or tear us down
Sometimes it is taken for granite that they are only just sound
but they cut us so deeply like a knife and leave nasty scares or
they can bring on happiness inspire our lives
so what is left
there is little for me to say
Thanks for the kindness
tomorrows another day
