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Dancing to the beat of your own inner drum
Like some karaoke crazed notion come undone
It's only what you make it if you make the best of all that comes


Down and out and utterly confused
Some love struck emotion reminding me of you
Like the truth of what can never be, and what I want to do


Never, have I ever dreamed that this life would become
The mess I've made of everything, the truth that lies untouched


I try to make the most but I am failing miserably
No matter how I try to climb, it all comes down on me
Don't think for a second though, that this is where it ends
I've fallen in this rut before, I'll climb back out again


Never, did I ever think that this is what was meant to be
Yet, every time I try to find, I'm blind from what I seek


Why try to think of fonder times and happy memories
When every moment of this life is tainted by its scenes
The best of life has yet to come, what's come was bittersweet
Fueled by night and darkened skies and lost to all belief


Why do thoughts of you creep into everything I think
Even though I know you know this was never meant to be
So why then when I'm reaching out you're never in my reach
And every time I meet someone, I see what we should be
See, even in these lines I write, not meant to be to you
You still creep into everything I think, or say, or do
Underneath the crossroad sky I found a place of truth
And even though we're so far gone, I can't get rid of you


Never, did I ever think, that I would be so weak
To let someone who's never there have such a hold on me


See, I was dancing to my own drum
Singing to my own damn beat
And then a random thought comes up
That brings back what cannot be


And when you read this, I know you'll know it's about you
But you will never say a word, because you're know one simple truth
What's meant to be will happen, and "us" was never that
It's just another memory creating new days past


We started out on fire
Then got lost in between
For so long I denied it
So afraid of welcoming
Another story ended before it ever begun
From match strike down to ash and dust
So fast I missed the best of us
No meat to fill the story us
From exposition to conclusion with no rise or fall between
Like waking us in such a haze then falling back asleep


Repeatedly I try and try to break the tethers free
The tethered strings that you are not even holding on me
Some myth and method fiction that only lives inside
The darkest places I can never clear out of my mind

-----Not Complete-----

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Thoughts wouldn't rest until they were written....and it started out so differently.... :/

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Astral_Tides's picture

A lot of "real"

A lot of "real" introspections happening here.

As a reader, I can literally feel the textures your words provide.

Haunting, to be ensnared so well.

 

 

 


"The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence." R.W.E.

 

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RoC's picture

As always

It is a pleasure to read your comments.
It's always gratifying to be able to strike chords within a reader.


"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr