I could’ve carried you
to the ends of the Earth
These shoulders are carved
and shaped to be stood upon
I’d have lifted you higher
than the eagles dare soar
far above even the horizon
and the rockets so high into space
But the heights I provided
were too much for one
so sure of and eager to
hiding in the shadows
The light I reflected
left you blinded and lost
You’d much rather burrow
and lie underneath
Month: April 2022
Keep On Turning
Does yonder window break tonight
or is it still sealed tight?
You could have it so much better
if you only dared to take
that first step out the door
There’s a great big world out here
so much more left on offer
But it’ll keep on turning
no matter what you do or don’t
It’ll pass you right on by
and leave you in that gilded cage
if you value comfort over opportunity
and let the moments pile up
and barricade you in
Call and Answer
Bang your head against that wall again
to see if you can make it stick
This time will certainly be different
(hope you can hear my eyes roll to the heavens)
This can’t possibly be the wrong direction
You’d know it if it was, after all
It only takes you further from the truth
You don’t know what you’re looking for
so how could you ever find it?
You say you’ll know it when you get there
but where, exactly, are you going?
All I see is circles that you’ve worn into this road
and the footprints heading out there door
from where all the others threw their hands
and walked away from you
Keep tilting at those windmills
and fighting all the battles
against imaginary enemies
that hold no real importance
Call me when you realize the objects that surround you
aren’t what’s really there to hold you back
but don’t count on me to wait around and answer
Carry With Me
These scars I’ll carry with me always
They never seem to heal
It takes but a moment’s idle thought
for the wound to be forced open
Never quite as wide
and the pain dulls with time
but random pangs of rememberance
still strike now and again
Not sure what’s left to learn
or how to leave behind
whatever ghosts of days gone by
that bring about these flashes
The spikes that strike my soul
the pangs of what came long before
and what might have been ahead
That Song
I heard that song again the other day
The one you were convinced meant something else
I hadn’t thought of it or you in what seems like forever
Surely my life was better off that way
One of the things that haunts me from my past mistakes
Not sure which one was bigger or more avoidable
One of those moments I doubt I’ll ever fully understand
Should’ve learned from you that closure is never guaranteed
And wrong moves can be made for the right reasons
Not everything is meant to have a happy ending
And what once anchored you can be turned to lead astray
I try so hard to leave what came before where it belongs
But I can’t help wondering where I might be today
Had the moments passed a different way
Prisoner
Don’t let what you think you see
blind you to the truth
That exactly what you’re looking for
is already in your hands
about to slip between those fingers
you use to blindly feel your way
through the shadows in which you hide
to save yourself from the light of day
The brightness of which burns right through
the lies you’ve clutched so long for comfort
so tight that there’s no space between
for honesty to set you free
You are your own prisoner
and nothing else can save you