Water- Lauryn hill unplugged( Kian breakfast in bed)
I shouldn't spend so much time
in the forlorn
Saddened by the mistakes that haunt me
The past for which I can not change is gone for good
Rinsed down the drain.
And that's a good thing
A filtration system meant to recycle in
the fresh experiences and insights that will
quench my thirst.
I wasn't the last and I wont be the first.
Love is alot like water, or a running spring, or maybe a well
Time will tell if this levy will break again, if my heart bursts open it could become a tsunami, the epic disaster would be immeasurable the carnage that devastates all who crosses the path.
The pain is palpable, disease is incurable, the number of affected people is a toll that is non billable. You do the math.
The water I speak of can be stream in a meadow,, It can be redirected as she could be swimming up stream with a different fellow. My heart is yellowed, afraid of this angry sea, Mighty storm torrential rain before me. Never mind that I can't swim, can't save you if I tried, besides who can swim and cry?
I've drowned in my failures drifting along until I found this life line
Now it's a combination of destiny, and time.
Will I beach at a paradise or beaten by the rocks while floating down stream. Sublime.
The water is a force, the beach beckons, can't have earth sans water. Can't have food, can't have rain, can't have showers, baths, soak pain away, rinse away, drink to cure, can be serene and pure. Visceral, celestial,natural, perennial, preferential, moving about my earth directing my new flow. Cleansing me letting it all go taken away lost in your ocean living off the idea that inside me will one day again grow.
Copyright © Kian Furnace | Year Posted 2013
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