Heavy Fingers

[sorrowbird87]

A whole amount of time has gone by,
if only I could be without you.

There is so much desperation
when we look back
to the paths of the more fortunate,
but our hands may still create the mud.
A man and I could create
a castle in the center of the road
or just pretend that we can see one.
I would rather walk towards something
than enter into an endevour made by somebody else.
I almost sense an uproar
although I know that few have witnessed such events.

I turn to an education of a different kind.
Alone in a brick building
watching th sirens scream towards my home,
I've never wondered what it is like to be alone.
If life is realitive
to the amount of time spent in observation,
I should be sent to the firing range.
Heavy heart,
heavy hands,
inside of the building
a man runs away from the authorities
right into his own shadow.
I remember my parents ambitions
than their lack
of crimson fingertips
and dead bolted pyramid schemes.

What have I done
inside, watching outside, wanting inside,
my mercy is sharing a virus no one can shake.
I knew you,
my condolences!
I remember when I shook the thought
that two people can be on one plane
and never see their own ambitions.
An unknown destination
warns me on the values
no seen to the naked eye.

May our salutations
be fuel to existences compassionate flames.