Sep 12, 2004 23:45
In confidence I speak of self
And before I place it on the shelf
I'd ask for you to keep a promise
Of these things I wish to delve.
A time has come when all who dream
And eyes with little lights will gleam
Because their answer's finally come
That circumstance is as it seems.
Their wish has now, yes, has come true
And all the things they thought they knew
Are realized in their simple life
And marvel they at what's been through.
But I, my friends, I can not see
These mad'ning bouts of fantasy
Tired of the endless routes
The truth, it hurts, it cuts too deep.
So I beg and plead and curse
Complain that it can't get much worse
It's evident what's hap'ning here
That my sad plot is in reverse.
So to my soft pillow I fall
And teary-eyed I start to bawl
I deserve much more than this
To have my wishes cough then stall.
Alone is where I lay at last
Bitterly I see the past
The future looks even less bright
Someone took out all contrast.
But deep beyond horizon glows
A tiny speck of hope, it grows
Slowly it moves closer still
Until, in front of me, it shows.
The future has rough spots ahead
Looks so much worse lying in bed
To my feet I quickly stand
And ask my God where my feet should tread.