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Guilt Trip to Alaska
My eyes watered so heavily
To the music sounding so heavenly
I’m the perfect state of mind
To cry at every sound
This time around
What’s sad is the wreckage is falling apart
Pretty soon it’ll all be gone
What’s hurting is knowing memories can be false
The world is leaving me to decide
What’s real in my head and what’s not
But what’s upsetting
Is now I know how to trust myself
Pacing on a darkened street
In the saddest place in my mind,
Wishing I was holding your hand
Screaming “we could be heroes!”
Up at the sky,
Hoping our creator would be wide awake and listening
Wrestling with the thought of something so distressing
It makes me wonder
How this thought could’ve single-handedly shaped my mind
But I’m also thankful
For all the useful pearls of wisdom
That came rushing through my mind
To distract myself
From that one distressing thought
Screaming “we could be heroes!”
up at the sky
Hoping whatever’s out there would be wide awake and listening
Are you listening?
Are you listening?
As i’ve tried,
To say this a thousand times
Are you listening?
Are you aware that i’ve tried
To say this to you a thousand times?
You could be the best listener of anyone in this world
But maybe you already are
What if I worked to be the best listener
Of anyone on this earth?
And I could ask for you to guide me on my journey,
But maybe you already are
Copyright ©
Matthew Bailey
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