One day you will see,
and understand
It was always the plan.
Before you saw
Before you heard
Before you even understood
You knew the voice
You knew the burden
You accepted the choice
You expected the voice
Yet you forgot
When you were born.
.
It was always the plan,
you said you world learn
Have you?
One day you will see,
more than understand
You will remember
I
It is coming,
I feel it
Let it come,
I care not
I’ll let it
take me away
I’ll go
I’m ready
II
As I wait
the mysteries contemplate
Light is revealed
With it’s final breath
They must know
That I fought
Everyday
Until today
When I knew
III
I am ready
to go
I am tired
I know
The voices
they will say
I failed
Let them think it
I care not
I’m free
How could one understand my words? Make sense of the ramblings which flood my head and spill onto these pages in chaos. They are everywhere, connections, fragments, meaningless words which form songs which sing in tunes and harmonies that I choose to ignore. Until the sounds become to loud.
Here they are flowing as a river. Not raging, nor tranquil. They are littered.
Here they sing as a breeze. Not gentle, nor harsh. They simply drift, and still they make no matter, no matter how I choose to ignore, or create, they are and always will be here. A blessing, which I shun, and with that is my punishment.
Worthless
I know.
How can one understand my words? I guess they make sense to me.
Can you hear them?
One Day I shall see you again. If not in this world, in a dream world. As it happens to be, I remain waiting, as I was that day you left me behind. But it’s alright, time is funny here, I can’t explain why, I know I’ll be seeing you soon.
Sometimes when I try to make sense, none can be found. I try to listen to my heart, yet it beats alone. I try to listen to my mind, yet that too is silent when my Soul comes searching. One would think they are connected, yet as of late, they are worlds apart.
.
I look towards an emptiness. Barren. Not cold, not dark, not anything.
What do you hear when there are no sounds?
Breath,
Yes.
What do you feel when you touch the ground?
Reality, or is it simply what you believe you’ve found?
What do your senses say they’ve found?
For now
They simply know not,
Or why.
This is my heart.
.
I look towards Life for answers, there are many. Yet, none seem right.
What is Life? If not Death in waiting.
What is Strife? If not happiness waiting to be found.
What is Sorrow? If not the hollowed ground within your heart able to be filled with Joy.
I do believe this, in truth I know this. Yet to know and believe serves little when one is lost.
This is my mind.
.
.
They pain you, your desires. What do they know, these simple emotions,
Hollowed words and meaningless songs
They betray you, your realities. What do they show, they are simply all you know.
One day all will be one.
This is my soul.
.
Worlds apart, yes. Yet they are the same.
What would say,
if I asked you to stay
And be with me
All of me
.
I Scream
Shout, Cry
I Lie
And one day soon,
I shall Die
.
So will you?
Stay, I mean
Until the time,
when I get tired of you
.
Would you tire of me?
With all the tears,
I can’t tell how many years.
For it could be mere days and weeks
I don’t know
I wish I did,
for then you would be
partially free
.
Please
I’m lost
Would you guide me
through this maze
It is haunting and real
And nothing heals
there is too much to feel
.
I rant
.
I can’t imagine where it began
Perhaps in the infinite end
Were you ever my friend
I can’t begin to descend
Until I know
.
This could be it.
This could be the beginning
Than Answer I chase
I’m on the edge of the world
lights coming and flowing
I know I am alone
Who shall carry this for me
if not by me
I know I am alone
.
Not even I
would stay
There is my answer
Tell me now
where you go
when I ignore you
.
Are you alone
within your home
So I can’t see you
.
And while you’re there
do you swear
that I can’t hear you
.
I promise you
forever true
that I do need you
.
The walls crumble and fade
yet there you remain
ever the same
For no one can break you
.
Not I
For I have tried
all the while I cried
I do feel you
.
As a part thats been broken
that part is still inside
no matter how hard I try
cry
lie
Until I die
I will feel
hear
need
and
love
you
.
Be it ever the same
everyday
In the shadows you will stay
until the day
I can truly free you
.
I’m sorry
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