January 23 2009
O’ how I long to find the muse
The one to last and grow
Images of emotions in my head
That on paper I cannot show
So many things inside my soul
That I wish to set free
But not knowing if I can
Not sure I want to see
The thousands of memories
All suppressed, stored away
Some of pain and joy
Some of night and day
In my head I calculate
Some memories thick and slow
Trying to remember things I tried
To forget, things I didn’t need to know
The dramatic sounding chorus
Of the memories never meant to be
Of events and people who tried
Yet failed to change me
I never knew that it would be like this
I didn’t know it’d be this way
I don’t know if I’d change it now
I’m not sure I’d want to stay
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