(no subject)
I want nothing more,
Than to feel comfort in my own skin.
Lately I have been pealing it off,
Exposing the chaos from within.
I want to breathe the air,
As if not to gasp for the next breath.
Constantly fighting the pace of time,
Constantly prolonging the rate of death.
I feel as if I am traveling this narrow road,
Long, with no turns in sight.
Without a need to make a choice,
Except to proceed forward, in which I fight.
I wish for tomorrow to come before today,
And the end to come somewhere out of sync.
I wish to set sail these seas,
Right after my ship’s sails sink.
For I know, even now,
The best is yet to come.
I assure you, I am not pessimist,
But this realist, I’ve become.
You see, since my ship has sunk,
So many times in the past.
I realized in order not go down with your ship,
Your swimming’s got to last.
It is not only keeping your head above the waves,
It is learning how to ride them to the top.
You kick harder and harder on the way down,
But the main thing is to never stop.
See my plan now,
Is to just never set my sails to begin.
You see, you can never fail,
When you never intended to win.
I am just going to sit here and wait,
Maybe until another sets her sail on her own.
Then maybe we can sail together,
Hand in hand, into the unknown.
I guess what I have learned,
Is never call it before you know.
Listen to that painful feeling in your gut,
The one you feel, but never show.
And just always proceed with caution,
For your frame is fragile and bones are thin.
If the nice guy finishes last every time,
Does he ever win?
Than to feel comfort in my own skin.
Lately I have been pealing it off,
Exposing the chaos from within.
I want to breathe the air,
As if not to gasp for the next breath.
Constantly fighting the pace of time,
Constantly prolonging the rate of death.
I feel as if I am traveling this narrow road,
Long, with no turns in sight.
Without a need to make a choice,
Except to proceed forward, in which I fight.
I wish for tomorrow to come before today,
And the end to come somewhere out of sync.
I wish to set sail these seas,
Right after my ship’s sails sink.
For I know, even now,
The best is yet to come.
I assure you, I am not pessimist,
But this realist, I’ve become.
You see, since my ship has sunk,
So many times in the past.
I realized in order not go down with your ship,
Your swimming’s got to last.
It is not only keeping your head above the waves,
It is learning how to ride them to the top.
You kick harder and harder on the way down,
But the main thing is to never stop.
See my plan now,
Is to just never set my sails to begin.
You see, you can never fail,
When you never intended to win.
I am just going to sit here and wait,
Maybe until another sets her sail on her own.
Then maybe we can sail together,
Hand in hand, into the unknown.
I guess what I have learned,
Is never call it before you know.
Listen to that painful feeling in your gut,
The one you feel, but never show.
And just always proceed with caution,
For your frame is fragile and bones are thin.
If the nice guy finishes last every time,
Does he ever win?