I Am I Cried

CATEGORY

life

　

through the horrific onslaught that takes place outside we all often will run away & hide

blocked by the heavy impulse between space and time

life is filled with kings and queens the testament of dreams filling their evil wretched schemes...

filter through the duration of time with hopes to climb I once could see but now I'm blind

slowly I climb one rung upon the other until at last I reach a sudden shutter

is it any wonder we have too much time on our hands when will we ever live to understand

shadows block the vortex of a New York mile still to know all the great while

　

life is busy when your making other plans I hope the reader fully understands

become a beacon of light to a hurting world in need of love

cast aside your every care and trust in the giving hand of the master plan

bridges come together but no matter what the weather we can bring on love

life is filled with surprises you can't hide from thee

brevity maybe the best vested brevity in all our apathy

　

so I sit alone in my room with myself all introspective to say the least

sadness blocks the eyes as it comes as a big enough surprise

such as couples running naked into the beach

trying to catch that frisbee way out of reach

what is it that we are to teach

humble clarity amidst the timeless brevity

I am I cried in the midnight hour when no one is around

without a clear view of a sound

time stands still to echo in love's emotional void

　

throwing rocks into the surf as each passing wave cascades

seagulls flock overhead hence the walking dead

the mere vortex of your self expression is out of question

find us a dream but ask no questions

carry yourself well throughout the ups and downs

I'm left as a circus clown painting the town

can't we all just get along