mystery
This old heart’s been left upon my sleeve. It seems everyone I’ve loved has taken a bit of my insides. When did my heart get so petrified? When did it get so hard to feel? When did my heart get so afraid of love? When did it get so hard?
As I survey the ground for ants, looking for a place to sit and read. I’m reminded of the streets of my hometown. And how I’m all wrapped up in my mother’s face with a touch of my father just up around the eyes and the sound of my brother’s laugh. But more wrapped up in what binds our ever distant lives. If I must go the things I trust will be better off without me. I don’t want to know, life is better off a mystery.
As I survey the ground for ants, looking for a place to sit and read. I’m reminded of the streets of my hometown. And how I’m all wrapped up in my mother’s face with a touch of my father just up around the eyes and the sound of my brother’s laugh. But more wrapped up in what binds our ever distant lives. If I must go the things I trust will be better off without me. I don’t want to know, life is better off a mystery.