If you dream of what you've lost
Does it then become your goal?
If you dream it is the only way
Does admitting it make you whole?
If I sleep to see a face
That may or may not be there
Flipping cards in hope of an ace
You'll keep a focused stare.
A wild chase,
A dance with grace,
It may of may not be there.
I'm not crazy if I say
When I close my eyes
I see love and fire
My truth through my lies.
If fate is as real as hate
Please take my destiny
I'm just a cat up a tree.
9-1-1
Call them now
And save me before I jump.
The grass is soft the ground is hard
I'm as fragile as a house of cards.
Take one part,
of my heart,
And it all comes crashing down.
The grass is soft the ground is hard
I'm reminded when I look in my own backyard.
A ghost of you,
A ghost of me
I'm a cat up a tree,
The grass is soft the ground is hard
This is what it means to me,
We all are different then what you see.
My voice is tolerant and kind and if I laugh then I'm okay,
But you will never know the thoughts I think when you walk away.
I must seem fun,
I must seem free,
Is that how I am seen?
As the luscious grass
Soft and green?
What if under my face I hide
What everyone must feel,
That as my identities converge
I don't know what is real.
Bitter because of what they think of me?
If the grass and the ground are one,
Is it the same with my identity?
Words are just not good enough to tell us to believe
It isn't what you say,
But what we receive.
And if in my dreams I see a ghost of a life I've left behind,
Should I close my eyes again?
Should I leave reality behind?
If I talk to you,
But your not there.
If I imagine something we could do,
But I know you won't care.
If life is all there is and nothing more,
Then sleep and a false fantasy
Is my new allure.
But now I have a choice to make
One I never can do.
To truly live in the future
Or to choose to remember you?
Sometimes not thinking,
Or loving,
Or feeling at all is best.
When we are filled with pain that's when we rest.
But now I choose to make a change
More than just let life go by.
To leave feeling behind?
Or take control of my mind?
I am AWAKE.
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Soul
Поезія"Write something and it might be worthless, Paint something and it might be wordless, Nonsense verses Pointless curses, You'll see purpose start to surface, No one else is dealing with your demon, Meaning defeating them Might be the beginning...
