There was a sadness I revered,
But never possessed,
Because there was youth
And opportunity to spare,
But as life ebbs,
And opportunities recede,
I know that sadness for real,
And how sad true sadness feels.
As I stand still today,
shoulders down, knees hurting,
a look at my knuckles have me begging-
begging myself to stop.
The years have passed-
the decades worth of longing only draining,
every other night, slumber is a dream,
the early morning a hazy state.
Mind in dimensions of confusion and agony,
with answers of never asked questions,
......
As I stand still today,
shoulders down, knees hurting,
a look at my knuckles have me begging-
begging myself to stop.
The years have passed-
the decades worth of longing only draining,
every other night, slumber is a dream,
the early morning a hazy state.
Mind in dimensions of confusion and agony,
with answers of never asked questions,
......
There was a sadness I revered,
But never possessed,
Because there was youth
And opportunity to spare,
But as life ebbs,
And opportunities recede,
I know that sadness for real,
And how sad true sadness feels.