Confesssional Sin
Admitting nothing.
I curl my toes in this black sand.
I'm not exactly waiting , because I never really knew how. The force of my spiral makes me move. I wouldn't have it any other way. To stop is to rest, and to rest would be death. Certainly I still ponder. Thast obvious I should think.
I only have one thing to say. I cannot bare to repeat it any other way. I cannot even admit it to myself. It means nothing to this place, or the cold sand. It means nothing at all. You'll see.
Yet....
I still beleive
In the idea of a Dream.
I know it still remains.
Maybe someday I'll wake up.
Or maybe...I'll finally..
Fall asleep.
Stop.
.
I admit nothing.
.
now..I want to go home...so, where is your heart?
.
.
I curl my toes in this black sand.
I'm not exactly waiting , because I never really knew how. The force of my spiral makes me move. I wouldn't have it any other way. To stop is to rest, and to rest would be death. Certainly I still ponder. Thast obvious I should think.
I only have one thing to say. I cannot bare to repeat it any other way. I cannot even admit it to myself. It means nothing to this place, or the cold sand. It means nothing at all. You'll see.
Yet....
I still beleive
In the idea of a Dream.
I know it still remains.
Maybe someday I'll wake up.
Or maybe...I'll finally..
Fall asleep.
Stop.
.
I admit nothing.
.
now..I want to go home...so, where is your heart?
.
.