I forget, I react, I overload,
Symptomatic of a torn life I suppose.
A lot of years ago I wouldn’t imagine,
The powerful grip this past might hold.
I’ve taught the voices of the future,
Passed on wisdoms and second nature.
Though I suppose from the glass you see,
I’m a regular dude, capable of many things.
Yet I’m always alone,
Wondering just where is it the light is shone.
I walk inside a myriad of speculation,
Always waiting for the cannon to explode.
I wonder about the rest of my kind of person,
Do we all contain ourselves rather than lose it.
I can’t stand to hurt your feelings, anyone at all,
It grieves me to know that any pain is of my hand.
Once in a while life almost seems rather perfect,
The trees, the evening owl, sunsets and sweet breeze.
I wish that all of life could hold such magic,
The sort of spellbound love we do so cherish.
I would travel the world to find a solution,
Then I realize they are right here next to us all
I have these moments I can’t find where to fall
I have these moments I cannot fathom the fall.