Jul 06, 2005 13:48
Writing would be easy if I'd felt like this before
If I'd past described it poorly, I could chisel fouled words into art
Never knew I could feel like this
Like I've never seen the sky before...
So I quote the worth-quoting but ain't satisfied.
I dare to say I'm happier now than I was
When I wallowed, begrudged, and regretted
Seems like a past life,
But I still can't forget it.
Joyful, Joyful, Joy,
I do fear, thee...
I believe what I feel is pure
My happiness so perfect that I could illustrate it in the air with wispy smoke
A figure my hands can't contain
That wise wind will carry away
And dread the day when dreaming ends...
I am paralyzed by fear
Of the moment my shadow of failure, ever gaining, makes the catch
And I am overcome by darkness
I grope for a smile
But I trip over memories in exile
That exhaust my faith
My happiness is futile because it is disaster limbo.