of somebody’s story,
of anyone’s story,
about my own story.
Given this story, of all the things
that I didn’t know.
Show me the sights that I couldn’t see.
Gather these pages, that float along
the breeze of passing wind.
Collect them all and place them right
here. Please come and hand that to me.
If you said “lonely”, I would just say
“Only,
if you were to ignore me while biting
on your lip”.
Lying in a small way, to see what you
would have to say.
Your outburst, in response, what you
would let slip.
Who are you to decide, the state of
feelings I hide,
are ones of hurt and sadness that
always seem to last?
I would have you know well, that over
time you can tell,
that I live, seriously, as the seconds
pass.
Moving along as walls come up ahead.
Blocking me in here with all that I
hold true.
Instead of my path, I walk a maze
instead.
To have a life like that, no thank
you!
Sing me a song that, describes the
feelings that no one knows well.
Floating along, that warm melody.
Seeking a truth there, within the
brightness of a smiling god.
It’s something held inside my own
heart, held out for all to see.
Living a life filled with things I don’t
know.
Watching the clouds of mystery grow.
They become distant, as north-bound
winds blow,
but still there’s-
no way I’ll give in!
I’ll still run forward!
This life I’m living-
is moving toward-
that far conclusion, that I had asked
you for.
I will not give up, on that dream I
once saw, in the distance.
It is right here now, within my grasp.
In this one story, if who I am, is
left, as an, unknown.
To fill the blanks is my final task,
before it’s finally
A complete story…
My complete story…
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