Seconds showing through the golden haze
As your prophet led us through the maze
Fleeting joy was my Achilles heal
The stone struck blood and yet I did not feel
Lighthouses swim through the forest of my mind
And a homeless heart's the only peace I can find
But there's something real out there
Out in the atmosphere
Just beyond my view and yet it feels so near
The melody is haunting me deep down
Crying to be free
12 by 2 still tends to let me down
As the Inland trail restores the barren ground
Fractured skull beneath a jester's crown
At 17 my world flipped upside down
Textures twirl before my swirling eyes
The songbird sings yet on the ground I lie
And there's something true out there
Beyond the stratosphere
So far out of reach and yet it looks so clear
The symphony is drawing me out there
Drifting towards release
I can't seem to make sense out of these things
As I dance to and fro like a boy on a string
The pain at the parting is never as grave
As a stone that says "here lies" and then nothing
I don't know
About the Creator
Alan John
I'm a Virginia based writer/musician looking to find my place in this wild wild world.
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