One way or another
it was going to be hard
life was going to travel
on my back
the price wasn't going cheap
no matter the path
one way or another
it was going to be hard.
Jeesica
I want so many things
I want to be kissed on the cheek
I want to be told
"Your hair looks so soft!
Can I feel it?"
I want to be hugged
As though I could slip away at any second
I want so many mundane things
But of course
I could never say any of that
To do so would be to break social standing
And status quo
So instead
I spout it off to the internet
Online
Or in a journal
Where faceless beings
Or future historians
Might read it and feel
The mortifying horror of asking
All of us agreeing
To pretend we don't want it too
one way or another
everything will just
end up finding it's
way back to were
it all began
back to the
point when
alternate
versions of
the self will
meet up
once more
to try and
improve upon
the past and fail
each and every time
in the end
I see my world today
It’s twisted and it’s wrong
And now I have to play
A lonely sad old song
If only I knew then
All that I know now
I wonder would I have
Changed those things somehow
Regrets a stinking thing
Choking up the hope
Like a pendulum that swings
Weighing down the rope
What do I know now
After all this time
Through memories I plough
In search of one sublime
If I had it all again
A start that I could feel
Beginning without stain
A chance that could be real
If only I could see
All that will transpire
A path that sets me free
And in my heart desire
I’d see the world today
A world that’s filled with song
A world where we could stay
A world where we belong
Actions speak louder than words
A saying I thought was absurd
Till Mom showed the way
If I don’t obey
The paddle tells things went unheard
One by one, I take our memories off the wall,
been sitting here for weeks, can't even get a call.
You said you needed space to figure out what you wanted to do,
I walked away and left you there cause that's what you said I had to do for you.
time is what you said you need,
one way or the other let me know,
because my love I have to feed.
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