Fragile Life.
8/12/04
7:30 AM
Tell me, what is this that
stands here before me?
Is it a hope I should
hold onto tight with
all my might in the light
and out of spite of this
unjustified and seemingly
hopeless circumstance, or
is it a bitter pill I need to
swallow, a hard truth I've got
to choke down no matter
how much I gag because
the brief window of conditions
nessesary to allow this
dream to dance free
in a sun-lit reality
is over now?
I just can't take this,
you've got to tell me.
So many souls die
where I hang here
in uncertainty...
In trying to hold onto hope here,
I'm nurturing such a fragile life,
and I know well that remembering
the beauty can kill when there's
no external recurrence;
In trying to let go of hope here,
I'm letting the suffering die, but
forgetting can murder, too, if one
comes back expecting the other to be
waiting to pick up where they left off
when the one had tried to accept
the inevitable and move on....
And I just can't take this,
you've got to tell me.
So many souls die
where I hang here
in uncertainty.
I want to hold on here.
I don't want to let go, but
the question just kills me
and I think I'd rather know.
I'd rather drown
in the pains of certainty
than be tortured
in the ambiguity.
So tell me, what is this that
stands here before me?
Because I can't see straight:
liberate my eyes from this,
do this for me.
I don't know
my up from down.
I can't see if
you're hanging on.
Are you falling
away from, or
back to me?
I need you to answer me.
This uncertainty is killing me.
I need to know what it is
that stands here before me.
8/12/04
7:30 AM
Tell me, what is this that
stands here before me?
Is it a hope I should
hold onto tight with
all my might in the light
and out of spite of this
unjustified and seemingly
hopeless circumstance, or
is it a bitter pill I need to
swallow, a hard truth I've got
to choke down no matter
how much I gag because
the brief window of conditions
nessesary to allow this
dream to dance free
in a sun-lit reality
is over now?
I just can't take this,
you've got to tell me.
So many souls die
where I hang here
in uncertainty...
In trying to hold onto hope here,
I'm nurturing such a fragile life,
and I know well that remembering
the beauty can kill when there's
no external recurrence;
In trying to let go of hope here,
I'm letting the suffering die, but
forgetting can murder, too, if one
comes back expecting the other to be
waiting to pick up where they left off
when the one had tried to accept
the inevitable and move on....
And I just can't take this,
you've got to tell me.
So many souls die
where I hang here
in uncertainty.
I want to hold on here.
I don't want to let go, but
the question just kills me
and I think I'd rather know.
I'd rather drown
in the pains of certainty
than be tortured
in the ambiguity.
So tell me, what is this that
stands here before me?
Because I can't see straight:
liberate my eyes from this,
do this for me.
I don't know
my up from down.
I can't see if
you're hanging on.
Are you falling
away from, or
back to me?
I need you to answer me.
This uncertainty is killing me.
I need to know what it is
that stands here before me.
