Monday, November 28, 2011

Beg the Past

All too often it all ends
Too soon it all dries up
It all blows away
Amazed at how a sky
So turquoise blue
Will turn to gray --sucking life
Those oft times often my mind slips up
And I think of you
I stare right through
And start to see your
Moving lips
Forming words
How real it seems
But nothing now is what I can do

No one knows that I still think
About all those years
Sometimes
It almost makes me
Feel like you're still here
Sometimes

Not every day's the same
So that is why
Some days move straight ahead
Others go nowhere
It's not like I try to circle back
But what I want and have
Are two different things


No one knows that I still think
About all those years
Sometimes
It almost makes me
Feel like you're still here
Sometimes
Sometimes

What I want
What I need
What I feel
What I thought that I had

Such is this life
That follows the course
Like the rain on my windshield
Tonight

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