It is like my heart never stays inside with you
I am a chart with numbers and points of interest
Is that enough?
I have to get though
all the before and hereafter’s
here is where I find out…
We are flesh you and I
weak from sad songs and convictions
made at the tender age of eight!
convinced, coerced, cajoled
That “we shall never have it all”
That “we shall never feel the promise”
Till the end.
… This moment brings
… This feeling sings
Exposed and clothed in truth
Nearby funk is feeling the precipice
Then desire gives way to the mighty down steam’s current
Now on it’s way to dying
Unless I wake up
Unless I decide
The beating of belief.