So many parts and pieces
Life ever shifting, moving, changing
Trying to hold them all
Just Right
Trying to find just the right place
Just the right things
Just the right scenario
Planning, thinking, working, searching
To make it just right
Finding perfection
Within the assumption of its name
Is the thought that once reached
It would remain
Perfection eternal
Hard won – the ultimate goal
Why does it not occur to us
That all the factors we fight
Against
All the parts and problems
In life
That we struggled against, fought against, and overcame
Would just stop
And perfection would stay
You look around one day
And you realize
You’re standing
Alone
In the bliss that you allowed to sweep you away
Life kept moving
Everything you fought against
Everything you struggled with
Kept moving
Kept building, kept coming
The struggle to get there
Does not allow
The enjoyment of arrival for too long
But one forgets, does not believe
Believing that all is finally achieved
And then you’re alone
Very far behind
Wondering what happened
All those parts never stop moving
Life continues
Parts that are hidden
Things that never even were
So far behind, so lost, not understanding
Maybe it’s a joke, can’t be real
How can it be possible
After all that’s been given away to find myself again
What if the heart no longer is beating
The soul dried and blown away
How could I have given so much
How could I not have not held onto myself
What a fool I must have looked
Blissfully Falling
Happily Believing
Desperately Wanting
Alone so long that one must wonder
Was there really someone with me
Here deep in this dark
Was there really someone who knew me
Someone who cared, shared my heart
That amazing moment
That time when we both know
That moment of perfection
When you were me and I was you
Did it really exist?
Was it deep and amazing
Or was it just a moment
And the rest my being a fool?
I think once there was something
And if not
It was true for Me
If alone is the only way I’ll know perfection
I’ll still take it, hold the memory - be the truth
I know now all those parts keep moving
I know now moments aren’t meant to last
Life keeps going and moving
Life means holding what was precious
Yet know that All has and end
Looking forward for the next moment
Keeps the heart beating and the soul with breath
I will hold what was so precious
Even if it was only to me
Life has so many moments
No longer my Hero must I see
Monday, March 23, 2009
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