And There Are Days...

This is something I wrote for my brother back when he was learning how to play the guitar. It's much better with a tune put to it, but I was feeling nostalgic, so here it is. :)


You’d be surprised what you can live through
You’d be surprised at what the heart can endure.
You think it’s over now we’ve parted ways,
The hero stays,
But there are days...

I only breathe because I have to.
I only eat and drink and sleep to kill time.
I only drag myself from place to place,
Encounter face to face,
And try to match their pace.

I don’t play ‘cause I don’t want to.
What’s there to sing about anyway?
I only occupy this space I’m in,
Atone from sin,
Since you got brave,
Since you walked away.

You never held back the hurtful things,
Never gave a notion to regrets.
Words were said so fast,
Now the die is cast,
And let me tell you, the pain, it lasts.

You never thought to look behind you,
At the mess you left in your wake.
Never thought to look ahead,
Spare us the tears we shed.
Just left me here for dead.

And let me tell you boy, that there are days...

Frustrated Existence

Longing. Yearning. Listlessness.

Commitment. Denial. Circumstance.

Wallowing in contentment;

Frolicking in sorrow.



Hateful Adoration

Concerned Indifference

Repulsive Attraction

Oxymorons:

How you would prefer to live your life.



Bonded. Restricted. Bound.

Cautious. Guarded. Callous.

Doomed to happiness;

Destined for destruction.



Respectful Disgust

Euphoric Misery

Enemy Comrades

Conflicts:

The bed in which you happily lie; and meticulously made.



A shift awaits.

A change that never comes;

That isn’t welcome.



Good lies in wait;

Only Good.

No inner conflict to rap at the soul;

Acceptance only; which you will never accept.



Foggy Clarity.

Sweet Bitterness.

Loyal Betrayal.



The prize you’ve won;

What the future holds;

For you, for them, for us.