cherub
Bluelighter
Silence looms over me, looking out
Past the brown paned windows, onto the sky as it turns
Seeing the clouds change over from white to a dusty grey
Casting shadows in different shapes in a blink of an eye
On the mountain side
Struggles of everyday life setting in, trying to make sense of each moment
Curling up under the covers that have become my covenant of my soul
My protective shield of life everyday woes
Realizing my grasp on my coffee cup is too tight as I fight with myself
Struggling with the words
More of a struggle of what and who I am
Scratching that off, cause I know who I am
It is my vision I see impaired
My hand flies up and paper goes flying across the room like butterflies
Being let go free on a summers days
But all I feel is the cold breeze
List that have no value but to cover up the visions of my head
Expansion of fool with a mind lost in an empty lake of daily nonsense
Stepping up and away only to be settled back in the corner of my bed
Wanting to lash out of my own over control of thoughts and trivial
Parchments of everyday life
Lucid thoughts that escape me, withering away in the back of my brain
Wondering where my vision has failed or ceases to understand where
Subtitled normalcy needs to take place
Understanding that the grandeur of simplicity of words with in my head
That turns my subconscious of colors and fairies to words of significance
Finding that dwelling of my mind that lets go and stretches out past the list
To the paper of my mind.
Past the brown paned windows, onto the sky as it turns
Seeing the clouds change over from white to a dusty grey
Casting shadows in different shapes in a blink of an eye
On the mountain side
Struggles of everyday life setting in, trying to make sense of each moment
Curling up under the covers that have become my covenant of my soul
My protective shield of life everyday woes
Realizing my grasp on my coffee cup is too tight as I fight with myself
Struggling with the words
More of a struggle of what and who I am
Scratching that off, cause I know who I am
It is my vision I see impaired
My hand flies up and paper goes flying across the room like butterflies
Being let go free on a summers days
But all I feel is the cold breeze
List that have no value but to cover up the visions of my head
Expansion of fool with a mind lost in an empty lake of daily nonsense
Stepping up and away only to be settled back in the corner of my bed
Wanting to lash out of my own over control of thoughts and trivial
Parchments of everyday life
Lucid thoughts that escape me, withering away in the back of my brain
Wondering where my vision has failed or ceases to understand where
Subtitled normalcy needs to take place
Understanding that the grandeur of simplicity of words with in my head
That turns my subconscious of colors and fairies to words of significance
Finding that dwelling of my mind that lets go and stretches out past the list
To the paper of my mind.
