Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Journey



Sitting on the edge of the moon
lost in the fog of life,
nothing seems easy,
nothings seems right.
Now the waves are around me,
I'm swallowed by my sea,
I become a bird, and now I fly free.
With the touch of his hand,
my wing he's clipped,
from who's cup of life do I now sip?
Spill me out to find myself,
I'm a frozen puddle on this ice shelf.
Drip by drip I'm gaining ground,
where have I been? who have I found?
Incessant cycles, what have I done,
I've lost myself, is this fun?
With the ground beneath my feet, I run,
where did the moon go? Where is the sun?
My blood is rushing, I can't catch my breath!
Why am I chasing me and where is Death?
Into me, Death breathes life.
I tear my skin, cut the rest out with her knife.
Back on earths plane is where I must be,
Lamenting the pain, how much can one life stain?
In a Neptunian of people, lost in the beat,
dancing to the rhythm, can't stop my feet.
Untying my binding, he's setting me free,
I grow like a flower, I'm as tall as a tree.
I begin walking, feet planted in the ground,
stumble upon myself, without making a sound.
Sad to see me, a sigh of relief;
lead me to the path, I've lost my beliefs.
Turning my neck to follow the sun,
I'm swallowed up and under the gun.
A pillow I'll need to rest these troubles,
they float away in this cup of bubbles.
Sorting through my salty sea, I kneel to God...
"Help rescue ME!"
The madness swirls overhead,
I'll make this sandy patch my bed.
Apollo is on my face and Mercury whispers in my ear,
"Steal the bull, live this life without fear!"
Body misshapen, weightless I rise,
feel like a cloud, can't control my size.
Where is the moon, I'm lost without the stars.
This sun is blistering, leaving his scars.
Peal my skin back, I'll find another,
repair this heart, a fire I can't smother.
Alas we have met, so many places I've searched,
may I rest upon your perch?
Together I sew my soul and flesh,
don't want to loose her, save me the distress.
Now I have answers to my questions unknown,
I know it's right, I can feel it in my bones.
This Journey I've been on, so many call life,
has left it's scars, and mental strife.
Saved from myself with help from no other,
only God can take what none can smother.

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