(no subject)
My fears have been confirmed
and I know I no longer can run.
But as the truth seeps in like the pelting rain,
it has not yet permeated through my brain.
Oh, what a fool I have been
to wonder even at what could be.
Oh, how naive I was
to dare hope such a spectacle would occur.
I always knew deep inside
that you might find yourself at this place.
But I tricked myself into thinking
that you would never recognize it.
Still I am not sure if this if of your own accord
but if it is could you not leave?
I have waited forever to be here
and thus far, have had no fortune.
Since the tide brought you in and delivered you out
many a thing has happened.
And now you crash back down again
from your mountain of holy superiority
and demand that I release my hold.
The subject is willing, however,
to traverse the waves
and I feel it slipping through my hands
like the miniscule grains of sands of time.
I am powerless to do nothing.
I am fearful to do anything.
One false move and I lose my subject
and fall into dangerous waters.
Oh, would I not dearly love
to condemn you for your actions.
Oh, would I even dare
to hurl you back to your supposed place.
Alas, I know that it is not written in the sky.
Alas I know that it is no longer my place to hide.
Nor mine to hold.
And as I stand in the eye of the storm,
I feel that eery calm oft mentioned.
I maintain no thoughts, nor words,
nor feelings.
Selfishly, I smile and
convince myself that I no longer care.
Foolishly, I tell myself
that it is useless
all the while clinging desperately
to the dustmotes of possiblilty.
But as the final drops enter into my soul
I am drowned with the horrors of still minding.
and I know I no longer can run.
But as the truth seeps in like the pelting rain,
it has not yet permeated through my brain.
Oh, what a fool I have been
to wonder even at what could be.
Oh, how naive I was
to dare hope such a spectacle would occur.
I always knew deep inside
that you might find yourself at this place.
But I tricked myself into thinking
that you would never recognize it.
Still I am not sure if this if of your own accord
but if it is could you not leave?
I have waited forever to be here
and thus far, have had no fortune.
Since the tide brought you in and delivered you out
many a thing has happened.
And now you crash back down again
from your mountain of holy superiority
and demand that I release my hold.
The subject is willing, however,
to traverse the waves
and I feel it slipping through my hands
like the miniscule grains of sands of time.
I am powerless to do nothing.
I am fearful to do anything.
One false move and I lose my subject
and fall into dangerous waters.
Oh, would I not dearly love
to condemn you for your actions.
Oh, would I even dare
to hurl you back to your supposed place.
Alas, I know that it is not written in the sky.
Alas I know that it is no longer my place to hide.
Nor mine to hold.
And as I stand in the eye of the storm,
I feel that eery calm oft mentioned.
I maintain no thoughts, nor words,
nor feelings.
Selfishly, I smile and
convince myself that I no longer care.
Foolishly, I tell myself
that it is useless
all the while clinging desperately
to the dustmotes of possiblilty.
But as the final drops enter into my soul
I am drowned with the horrors of still minding.