I have so much I want to say.
Every time I tried, the words came out all wrong
the pierced hearts, the strained voices, keep singing our same song.
Whispering notes that greet your life hello,
All the things worth knowing, it seems you no longer need to know.
Every broken promise laying weakly at your feet,
every part of you that you may have never desired to meet.
Never quite feeling like you knew who to be,
never quite knowing the answer to, 'is that really me?'.
The tears refusing to flow from your eyes,
the numbness no longer a disguise.
Pulling back at the reigns as life shifts into gear,
the future always looming right ahead, drawing near.
But what is nearness when two minutes from now is soon,
what is nearness when your heart feels it has run out of room?
Always making space, always stretching out,
always learning anew what love seems to be about.
Love is pure and never boasts,
love is knowing who needs you the most.
But what is love when you feel alone?
What is the point of love if it is all you own?
Own your patience, own your fears,
pulling back, reset the gear.
For what is happiness without unhappiness to precede it?
What is being alone without love to redeem it?
What are words when feelings have lost their sound?
What is flying when your feet haven't left the ground?
What is a goodbye without the good?
What is helping if you don't do all you could?
What are questions without answers to follow suit?
What is a tree if it has no roots?
Plant your roots, then change the gear,
Let the sky shine bright as your saddle rears,
Fly away into the sun,
Maybe you're not the only one.
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