Sleepwalk

something spoken truth from lips
i've gathered my things but lost my grip
i'm stunned and evolved and still confused
chilled with a fever that's been abused
wanting and lonely, but happy in times
to be awake and alive, ignorant and blind
opened to new things, and some that i need
but watching myself walk away, tremble and bleed
far from lost, but off track once again
i'm hoping i'm not losing one of my friends
classic tale of boy meeting girl
closing too early to fill up this world
i've said it before, too late maybe to say again
but i'm tired of people and liars and so called sins
afraid to be free to do how i please
say what i want, doing my own disease
i seem to put myself up on the ole' whipping post
just to torment my own mind to get me the most
put on that smile and laugh my way out
i'm easy to shut down and carry myself about
i'll always be this vessle who people see more in
but no one willing to break free and mesh my blend
i'm gracious for flowers, for autumn, and you
but i'm gaining the lust for my own spring to bloom
given up on everlasting romances by the blue sea
just trying for a chance to set my magic free
my words are just words on a printed page
but my soul is intwined with this non-passing phase
of twenty one years of feeling completely misplaced
without and mercyful and alive, breathing face
forgive me for my rambling of unbeing needs
and tying you down to this sarcastic bed of seeds
leaving you unknowing of my own sorrow at hand
i'm just reaching out for a peace of mind, a piece of land
a friend to call mine, a love to run to if called
planted and unmoving, so i'm allowed to free fall
no destination of, that i'm really concerned
missing the ride is where i'm getting burned
people talk and always come up so short
perhaps i'd just be happy with some misfortune to sort
please hear this cry of my unwavering fear
just to play a scene for half a year
i gave that up, pushed it so far out of mind
given my well being, keeping it, to mend and bind
written are words of feeling and emotion
granted i'm never overflown with chaos or comotion
chug chug my train is on one railway
cold and hard, blazed in attonement, dismay
i've learned some lessons, and oh, how grateful
but still dreaming alone isn't very playful
 

Reviews

[KGV]

"but my soul is intwined with this non-passing phase
of twenty one years of feeling completely misplaced"

After reading this, especially those lines, I feel enlightened. Brilliant, darling.

[BenightedWhispers]

Oh that was great. ^,^ Your last line was a great ending and truthful too. No one wants to be alone. THey might say so but deep inside it's a lie. Great work.