We are looping.
We are pulling at shoestrings
and pocketing our failures
We were once something
Some Spanish sitar
Some lyrical motivation
We were once moved.
But we have settled into this
side-to-side notion that
things can change with no
Progression
We are pulling at the strings
that bound us here
We are tugging at the hearts
We lost along the way
This was my plea,
my backward hope
But we have warped it into a
last testimony of broken-ness
We are resolved, intent
on becoming nothing.
No comments:
Post a Comment