See it through.

Where we're going where we've been, and that thing in between. A new realization, and transcendence of my mortality. Acceptance, faith, love, fear and everything between.

Well the breeze is blowing back my curtain.
Its the only thing left to do.
Sometimes it feels uncertain,
like I'm dying inside of you.

A trap door slipping me under,
a feather follows in untouched.
I was down there waiting for something,
but its never really quite enough.

Poke my head through a manhole,
its the only thing left to do.
Like a rat, I was crawling for nothing,
now I need a better view.

Inside I was feeling for something.
Gritty gears of me and you.
Pinched myself for nothing,
You smiled when I finally saw it through.

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

i can see the country-n-western gals line dancing into the old corral right now...and, about transcending your own morality, that means you have to carry your own leash with you...good stuff

[arbitrary jane]

this is solid. the meter is tight and i can't help thinking of it as a lyric. add a hook and a bridge and some decent guitar work and you're sitting on a hit.
'gritty gears of me and you' - stood out in particular. great image.

[roarke]

Good form and structure. Everything worked together in this piece,image, action, realization, abstraction, resolution. A tight write.