Truth is... I don't know many things.
I don't know why I hide behind a curtain.
Peeking out from the sides in hope that I have an audience
Walking across the stage... just trying to remember the lines I was told to say.
But still I bask in the spotlight not even stopping for the sound of rejection and spite
I don't know why the rivers flow-
torrenting down a path of cobblestones and stumps
In an eternal pathway
but I still sit on the shore and dangle my feet in the water.
I don't know why the leaves change color.
From green to red... red to orange
Like a Chameleon
All to soon they will whither away to specks
and drift away on the wind
But still I jump in the leaf piles like the young boy I used to be
I don't know why I dream.
Visions that seem unfathomably real...
The sound of people laughing and carousels spinning
Only to wake up to the cruel realization that none of it actually existed
But still I lay my head on my pillow and think of faery tales and happier times
I don't know why I feel sometimes
Unnecessary wants and hopes
The ache of a loved one to realize...
they never loved you back...
The only thing you can will yourself to do is to curl up like a cobra
But still I try to loosen my grip and spread my wings
I don't know why there are clouds in the sky...
Marshmellowy puffs floating in the sky like a magic carpet.
Do they belong to the angels? Or are they the sun's demise?
But still I sit down on the grass and see the shapes of my imagination
I don't know why the flowers bloom...
The inner held back thought that they will shiver in the cold and freeze
The majestic colors of sunflowers, pansies and lilys...
But still I take the time to stop and smell the roses
I don't know why I am living today.
Going about day to day.
Expected to cope with the unexpected and roll with the punches
The Absence of Pure Belonging
But still I take a deep breathe and learn to laugh again
One foot is out the door... eager
My other foot waiting for the sound of
beautiful, harmonious tranquility.
I am only human