The winds of change blow all the time
But I see elevens and lift my eyes
I know the sign
Maybe a break in my timeline
I may forsake my own rhyme
I may run out beyond my prime
My dream was catastrophic
But I'm a dreamer not a prophet
Blinded by my puzzle piece
I yearn to cease
Or will you thrive as I decrease?
This life has spent it livity
And I'm running out of creativity
My heart has sprung another leak
My joints are weak
Future bleak
But He is strong
Maybe He'll take over this song
Or maybe I'm wrong
I long
I long
Of sacrifice I'm supposed to reap
But I struggle to love what I can keep
And all I love I must let go
And so
My longevity I blow
In a hermit's domain
Eating my pain
How disgusted
The balls I've busted
The dream I've lusted
The tears are crusted
Is there something good ahead?
Or is hope for that as good as dead?
No comments:
Post a Comment