Our undying act of painful ways
Our thoughts and words the same
Our memories and assorted moments
Held captive with an unknown force to blame
You've held the light, I could see
But blindness has a way,
Of finding hearts as lovers part
And leads them where it may.
Broken is a funny word
But then again pain is too
Returned, lost, stolen and given
So many times anew.
Resentful is the word of agony
It never lets you sleep
And is in your mind, heart, and body
As forever you shall keep.
Tracing back your familiar walk
Like an intoxicating dream
Wondering, fumbling, and juggling
The many steps between.
And then there are the moments
The ones you fear the most
Of casual occurrence and accidental meets
The game of who has become the lowest.
Analyzing the reason of,
The reason is absurd
Sometimes there is no answer
To your every spoken word
But that's the plan, the idea
That is put into our head
Of something bigger and better
Then we may be able to get
Still there are those moments
That we find we can't explain
And are fascinated, mesmerized, and bedazzled
By the things that people claim
And even though it hurts sometimes
We find the way on our own
To all the wonders and mysteries, through the loves and miseries
Then some how miraculously back home.
