Our sentence is one not able to avoid.

I can't shorten it by slight of hand.

I can't diminish it's potency by persuasive words.

I can't trick or tame this product of bad decision.

This separation is bound by time.

 

He's locked rusty cuffs on my ignorant wrists

And told me to wait out my sentence in isolation.

It's not as though I can break the bars of this cage,

For the cage is not a place but a time.

 

Time has sealed it,

Time has deemed it,

Time has made himself the iron on the cage.

Time himself made the iron cage.

 

The season to change the harvest was long ago.

But I knew not what sickly seeds I was planting.

Only now I find the harvest is bad.

 

The season to plant is not now,

So what can I do but wait?

Wait while the meager harvest finishes blossoming

Wait while the fields are cleared

Wait until the chaff blowns under an overcast sky.

Wait until it's time to plant again

 

One day, I'll see you from a distance and my heart will leap.

One day, my constant half-hearted hope of seeing you will be realized.

One day, the adrenhaline will burst as I run into your arms.

One day, the words I am forever saying will be true.

 

"It'll be okay." Because on that day it really will be.

"This is just for a season." Because on that day this miserable seaon will be over.

"Just keep going." Because on that day, I'll have what I've kept going for.

 

The only thing that wont change

Is the phrase I say maybe more than all the rest.

Is the thing that constantly lurks in the shadow of my mind.

Is the feeling that hides just under the surface of every emotion.

Is the thing that breaks my heart in the dead of night.

Is the longing that makes hot tears shell from my eyes.

Is the passion that keeps me going through all these dull days.

Is the core of my impenetrable heart.

 

Love.