Most people don’t understand my intensity
To be a fly on the wall where two people
Talk about you privately so you can
Discover your own truth
Away from the things that they
Are unwilling to say to your face
To protect your feelings
Or keep you from benefiting
From yourself; tell me
The message today is don’t give up
Choked up by the strains
It’s harder in your brain than it is in real life
Drubbing along without awareness
For the future blunders
Because how can we know
And you wake up and there’s
Another smack down
And what seems insurmountable
Is the next thing that you accomplish
That’s the turnaround
Even people that don’t move out of place
Can find tragedy knocking
On their doors blind or otherwise
Inhibited in some way
Poor underbrush burning
Like a campfire in the spring
Throw some self resentment
Onto the flames and turn the volume up
Perhaps there is a way to figure
It all out before the final clock ticks
Verdant green branches
Holding out for the lesser things
Are also supporting the cryptic rhapsody’s
That tug away at our heartstrings
And beg forgiveness for simply being
I can’t remember exactly what she said
Only that there’s more to life than this!
© GÄ
Poétique 