Friction
The past is just that; a place to visit but not dwell
I’m still standing even though I fell
I don’t know which direction I’m going, where’s North?
I must be brave, I’m still going forth
The future is only as clear as the window I see through
Without a plan I have nothing to believe in or do
The string that ties my life together is loose
I’ve tangled myself into a noose
If it’s a race I’m off course
Steering takes all my will’s force
Pull myself along, I have a train to catch
Don’t leave me, you’re the friction to my match
Oh, to live and not just exist
You hold my heart inside your fist
So much power for just one soul
You could empty my mind into a bowl
Along the way I lost my senses
Didn’t expect a gift with pinned expense
Lying in my sanctuary; my bed
I sort the lies inside my head
I’ve known only a dream
My fantasy comes apart at the seam
Flick on the light switch
My heart needs a new stitch
Can’t stop the circle of life
Won’t die, I’d rather live with a heart embedded knife
Even a tree grows around the nails
Can’t stop, slow down, nomatter my fails
Cry till my scars fade
Memories must leave a mark to show they’re made
Going, going, gone
What’s done is done…