A grasp for yesteryear...
The lights
The vocalities reflecting off the walls
The people he shares the lights with
His inspirations
His mentors
The greatest boy to walk the earth
The greatest girl to curtain call
A teacher that gave him a place to be
A teach that got through to him
People that gave him purpose
Tears
Denial
Memory Phasing
He's repressed the most unpleasant
He puts a CD in the device
"I wish..."
Relapse
The tears that stayed away all summer now surge back
With the force of a broken dam
All the insecurities
Sensitivity
He's back where he started from
No progress
Just regression
He has such strange thoughts
Yet he thinks better on it
Imagine their faces!
No
He couldn't
There's no reason to argue
or get discouraged
He is still young
There's still time
Time enough to see the world
For her to be comfortable
For he to grow acustomed to his less than pleasant past
Maybe she was shelter
Maybe it was true love
Either way, the time's not right
And so he accepts it with consent
She'll still be his best friend
The sunshine of his day
She saved his life once
Perhaps she'll never know...
I suppose I miss her and all the rest
That's what's missing right now
That's why I feel alone
A few cold months and we'll return
To blocking
To building
To love
To romanticism
To life...
Saturday, December 09, 2006
The vocalities reflecting off the walls
The people he shares the lights with
His inspirations
His mentors
The greatest boy to walk the earth
The greatest girl to curtain call
A teacher that gave him a place to be
A teach that got through to him
People that gave him purpose
Tears
Denial
Memory Phasing
He's repressed the most unpleasant
He puts a CD in the device
"I wish..."
Relapse
The tears that stayed away all summer now surge back
With the force of a broken dam
All the insecurities
Sensitivity
He's back where he started from
No progress
Just regression
He has such strange thoughts
Yet he thinks better on it
Imagine their faces!
No
He couldn't
There's no reason to argue
or get discouraged
He is still young
There's still time
Time enough to see the world
For her to be comfortable
For he to grow acustomed to his less than pleasant past
Maybe she was shelter
Maybe it was true love
Either way, the time's not right
And so he accepts it with consent
She'll still be his best friend
The sunshine of his day
She saved his life once
Perhaps she'll never know...
I suppose I miss her and all the rest
That's what's missing right now
That's why I feel alone
A few cold months and we'll return
To blocking
To building
To love
To romanticism
To life...
Saturday, December 09, 2006