How many times I’ve tried
To crawl out of the shadows
Just for the sun to scorch me
And wind chill to the bone
My soul yearns to be seen
But when I stop to set it free
It always ends up broken
I have to hold if carefully
Lest it fall apart again
That mess others have made for me
I can’t clean up again
So instead I hide
Pull the shades down over me
Let the bright and shiny things
Pass by like they are nothing
I’ll stick to the darkness here
In safe and silent times
Be mindful of your leaning
lest someone pull themselves away
and let you tumble to the ground
breaking from the fall
Tis the season, I suppose
to feel the chill of something missing
That meaning you’ve been searching for
and still eludes you to this day
It always slips through tightened fingers
disappears into the void
so loose and fleeting
you’re never really sure what’s there
All you know is, for a moment
it felt so real and warm and true
But moments always have an ending
and now you’re left with memories
that sting with loss and acrimony
to match the icy air beyond
It’s the little things the isolation takes
The silence overwhelming
But nothing’s there to fill the space
Divided from the meaning
The empty void grows larger
But the search is ever going
And only feeds the emptiness
When perceptions fails
And the truth reveals the weakness
A lacking of connection
To the world and something greater
Lost sight of the purpose
I don’t know how to feel
Say what you think
and mean what you say
We all have a place in the game
and no one wins without trying
The road to Hell is really paved
with whatever they could find
Intentions matter very little
when the end is lacking
and nothing lasts forever
So no need to hold on tight
just keep moving forward
A life lived to its fullest
takes just a little effort
to make it all worthwhile