frostyangel
Bluelighter
At few times I've seen the sun rise
and fall all within the same lines of
the day.
And here we say just another day.
And that one day could just change
all of what we once knew. And I still
do not know what to do. There is all
this time we choose to find all the
unwanted giving finds. And never
fear the hand of what will be another.
Can I pull this time in with my hands
to help me understand. That I can be
around to still land on my two feet,
not hurting myself on the concrete.
Without tripping over the mind that
is driving me to listen to the words
that tell me the disorder of
this arrangement which we now
discovered could go so wrong.
It's an ailment that affects this mind,
body, and soul.......with the confusion
and disarray of theroy that holds in
stages of my life. Yet yesterday I felt
so different. And maybe time was
suppose to lead me this way. To say
it is time for you to pay, for all the mistakes
that we have made.
And yet it is just another day.
Why should it be different from
all the rest. Just another worry,
just another story. Just another,
moment where I stand here looking back
at my life....to realize where I neglected
to become what you never were. I see
us drawing the same lines of insanity.
Your helping me hold the pencil. And
I'm pushing away the paper.
I have the letters in my pocket. Leaving
them with each step I take. I feel the angel
on my shoulder, but today I don't hear
her calling. For she has turned her back
turn to me, unwanting to see what choices
I need to be taking.
But, tomorrow is yet just another day..
We don't see what were suppose to
see, and we don't feel what were suppose
to feel, so how do we know all that is real...
And still I try to steal more time out of this
hour, before yet again, I'm late....running to
get in the shower...just to share this time
piece of my memory....and I think to
myself
Tomorrow is yet another day..........
and fall all within the same lines of
the day.
And here we say just another day.
And that one day could just change
all of what we once knew. And I still
do not know what to do. There is all
this time we choose to find all the
unwanted giving finds. And never
fear the hand of what will be another.
Can I pull this time in with my hands
to help me understand. That I can be
around to still land on my two feet,
not hurting myself on the concrete.
Without tripping over the mind that
is driving me to listen to the words
that tell me the disorder of
this arrangement which we now
discovered could go so wrong.
It's an ailment that affects this mind,
body, and soul.......with the confusion
and disarray of theroy that holds in
stages of my life. Yet yesterday I felt
so different. And maybe time was
suppose to lead me this way. To say
it is time for you to pay, for all the mistakes
that we have made.
And yet it is just another day.
Why should it be different from
all the rest. Just another worry,
just another story. Just another,
moment where I stand here looking back
at my life....to realize where I neglected
to become what you never were. I see
us drawing the same lines of insanity.
Your helping me hold the pencil. And
I'm pushing away the paper.
I have the letters in my pocket. Leaving
them with each step I take. I feel the angel
on my shoulder, but today I don't hear
her calling. For she has turned her back
turn to me, unwanting to see what choices
I need to be taking.
But, tomorrow is yet just another day..
We don't see what were suppose to
see, and we don't feel what were suppose
to feel, so how do we know all that is real...
And still I try to steal more time out of this
hour, before yet again, I'm late....running to
get in the shower...just to share this time
piece of my memory....and I think to
myself
Tomorrow is yet another day..........
