Back and forth, back and forth
Loves pendulum swings me back and forth
Aggressively swaying me above realities sand bar
Oblivious to my plight tossing me to and fro'
No place to land but the ground, or the ocean
Where I would drown without anyone there to try and save me
It's a crazy world we live in.
The right person, with all the makings of something beautiful
All the right pieces in place all the heart strings tied in knots I didn't think anyone could break
All there most secret stories written across their eyes, in languages only you can fully understand
All the truth you need spread out across the smile they save just for you
Fingers locking, no need for keys to open them
Then you wake up one morning, the sun looks the same, the air smells the same
But you know everything that matters is different
Everything you fought for is gone like the centuries of history we let slip through our minds
And time moves forward as we look back, while our bodies are thrust into the future
trying to find balance, trying to find something to make it stop
and give us time to just "figure it out"
But time pays no mind to our quandary, no it moves forward and drags us by our wrists
Mocking our desperate glances "at the way things were"
And challenging us to stand up and move on like the past has no impact on the way the future changes us.
But we all know the past steers us towards whatever future awaits us,
Propels us, lights our path on fire and gives us direction
So even when we are lost, we can always look back knowing when we turn around, the leaves will have cleared and our path will be made known to our hearts again
I write letters to myself so in 10 years time I will stand a chance at remembering the way i felt when the world around us stop and stared at the way our eyes met, reaching out of our sockets in longing, hands grasping hold of the other for the first time,
I want to remember the way the world looked on and cheered like they all knew we would make it
Because in ten years, maybe parts of it will seem familiar but time changes the way the world looks at us, and in ten years everything will look different to me
In ten years i will read these letters, probably unable to recognize the handwriting
I will wonder, like i wonder now, why something more beautiful than the sunset that started it, found a way to fall apart
At the end it seemed our stone pillars turned into the sand I'm caught swinging weakly over
Tossed back and forth
Taking what I can, and letting go of what I can live without
And I cant stop thinking that letting go was the biggest mistake we made
letting the continents crawl into the doubt lingering in between our fingertips
and spread out across the landscapes of our knuckles, breaking us beyond what God could repair
I swing aimlessly, lost above impairing dunes heartache
Waiting for you to push me forward.
*sigh* "the past steers us toward whatever future awaits" - well captured, well captured
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