it's what i do... i dream

Everything eventually turns grey

November 12, 2009
Normal, IL

Some things cut deeper than we expect them to.
I knew my love was deeper than she ever knew
And I etched it into my skin to prove
That some things cannot be forgotten
No matter how much we want them to
There are trails and tracks of broken pieces
That I have sifted through to find myself
Here at this moment
I can honestly say that I am no more good
Than I was then or ever thought I could be
But I am more blessed because I know
That some things are more than holy
And those are the things worth clinging to
I catch myself now and again
Ebbing and flowing like the night
I told my mother I wanted nothing more
Than to see the sun bouncing up off the water
Like a billion tiny beads of silver
I’m still stretching westward
I’m following her path toward the sunset
And I’m hoping that she will remember
That I am still here
And I’m still dreaming
And my wishing was not idle when I said
I will go with you
Some things are going to be
Like the beginning of my forgetting
And the constant trembling of my hands,
It is inevitable that I will
Always be longing for something
And constantly seeking something
Bigger than you or myself