11 February 2015

truth [past life]

i wish i didn't have technicolour dreams
that drag me off to a raging sea
ride the waves of hopes and plans
crash on the shore of reality again and again

it gets harder to lift myself back up
to keep the faith, to trust, to love
alone in my tower staring through glass
thinking I can leave things in the past

I do know at least this to be true
I'm not strong enough to wait for you
sit, imprisoned for another year
kept company with pain and tears

letting 'what this is' (was) go will hurt
but each day brings me further out
farther away from your embrace
that never seems to want to come my way