Laying in bed early morning
With thoughts of Sullivan Street on my head
Like a weight pounding it takes me back
Wishing for a better yesterday serves no real purpose
Drowning in a sea of regret
After a night of worry and suspicion
It’s hard to move paralyzed to my sheets
A slow death like freezing snow on Sunday morning
Almost being real
Almost being alive
Almost really caring
She almost everything real, alive, and what I care about
Almost
Almost everything
Across the lake we sat fishing as children
Now I look back it’s all changed
It has all changed
Shadows fall like kindness as the sun pushes softly through my window
I force myself up with my sun kissed face
Burning my eyes as I drink my coffee
Sitting there wondering if it’s real or just another dream
Fallen knees don’t solve my problems, my knees are too skinned
So out the door and into another day
Wondering where I’ll be led
Wondering what’s real and what’s the dream
Soon I won’t be here to come around
That makes me wonder if it’s all worth it
The pain
The wondering
Then I pull my coat tight and push through hiding it from everyone
No one chases after me
There is no one to chase after me
I reach for a hand to help guide me
There are no footsteps in the sand for me
and I’m confident that I don’t need them so I stand tall
So emotional. What inspired it ?
Sometimes I honestly don’t know. I had a strange night of worry, which isn’t normal for me, thinking about me boys, my childhood, and had some strange dreams. Thank you for reading.
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