In my Room
You wake up some days and everything seem so unreal; friends you thought you had have turned against you, the woman you thought love you, no longer feel the same way, and the possessions you had, have all been taken away. For a minute, you feel like your whole world has come to an end yet deep within you recall that one conversation, that one good quote, that one person who once told you to never give up even when it seems like you have run out of options.
The bright light, caressing the tree lines above, twilight from a far, the translucent rays, it travels by night, never the day. Sitting in my room, my loneliness unfaithful, I am floating now, drifting to some people. My mind is wondering and pondering…I am in a meditative mood. What is maturity without age? What is ignorance without awareness? I can hear the thunder over head, to soar in the sky, oh, to soar and be free.
My journey won’t last, a new beginning is near. My heart broken urges to be whole once more. People seem to confuse broken heart with love. Find myself in a maze, why doesn’t anyone see me? Why isn’t anyone aware?
Invisible, inaccessible to all that dare; I put myself in this mess, this is my path and alone I must bear. The rain dies silently, the lights fade away. I can see the finish line, but I am unaware; unable to visualize, unable to care. The cold sets in, the fire is gone. A single tear on a lover’s face and my old visions diminish the grace. There is no recourse, no turning back. High above the sky, beyond the birds I lie. A place for whispers, a place to die…