Take me back where I don't belong. #VocalNPM
Sitting by this rain stained window,
a screen to what was and what is.
A vision of what could ever be…
I can see you in reverse:
a time-lapse reminiscence
goes back till the night we’ve met.
Fast-forward fifty-seven days,
I’m standing right there, waiting
for my soul to be fed, again.
Wonder wandering in the world,
endlessly searching for that place
where I know I don’t belong.
Was I going too fast,
burning bridges through the smoke?
You were just too cumbersome
once the die was cast.
Ramble on, I sing to myself
drumming fingers on my last paycheck.
Waiving at you from that highway billboard,
as I grip the bars of a prison cell.
Through grief, and pain, a spark of joy
appears, but comes in waves.
I’ve choked tears and eaten feelings
but no one can sedate.
I rest my case, but that’s in vain,
when nothing more makes sense.
Blood in my veins gets dense.
I blink, my eyes roll and here I am
back to where I froze while swinging back
and forth through time and space:
sound meets silence in a love embrace;
I could smell your spell a million years away.
So I’ll close the door behind me,
all packed up -and free, I’ll hit the road.
California, love, wait for my return.
As for now, my destination remains unknown.