it is everywhere, really, but when it is not shared personally, one on one, it leaves a desperately deep longing that sometimes feels like nobody cares and that is when the choices we make become so very important... the choice to empower the loneliness can lead to depression and death... the choice to embrace the love all around in solitude can lead to euphoric bliss... many people choose the former... saints and the like choose the latter... both may be fools, but the latter appear to be the happier fools, so maybe i should remember how to do that... maybe i still do if we look at many of my actions... but it doesn't feel like i do at the moment...
and hear no one respond
should i imagine there's more
somewhere far beyond
as this life lingers on
through the magic of time
what i don't understand
is living without rhyme
so many people
live without rhyme
when two words rhyme
they make a sound like love
they make the language sing
some say from high above
when two words rhyme
they inspire my smile
and let me feel some hope
for a little while
and then i see
what i consider a crime
so many people
living without rhyme
somehow i keep reaching out
through the fears and the doubt
with hope that someone will understand
even when it's hard to find
somewhere deep within my mind
dreams of someone taking my hand
and taking the time
to live in rhyme
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