A Forgiven Life

Running through the mystery of where I should begin Standing down and rising up, I never miss a thing Running through the memory of where to be alone The only thing I really need has died where I have grown Coherent little rhythms that take up all my time Making up for what I lost and straightening the lines Coherent little gatherings of everything I am The truth is that there are no words, the lines are made of sand Oceans of ascended lies and reasons to despair Far away but far too close, I’ve nothing pure to share Oceans of forgotten pains that drown us all in blood Threatening our ignorance and draining all our good Impossible to let it go when everything has died So now I seek to understand the rebirth of what’s inside Impossible to see this thing when all I see is hate So now I isolate myself and hope it’s not too late Meditating on the world and where I should return There’s life inside the birth of hope where everything was burned Meditating on what comes and learning to forgive I’ll no longer regret the things I lost but I’ll never forget to live