At Just The Wrong Moment

Time and consciousness...

She said, “I don’t need this any more.
It’s been real but it’s over,
It was real nice to know you.
I really meant it when I said I love you.”

And you feel like life is over
And you’re sick of this tragedy
The stage you’re playing‘s madness.
As the curtain slowly falls

At just the wrong moment
She was waiting for an entrance
But he was standing by the exit waiting.
And its all escalating.

And you start to think it’s wrong,
And you remember how you used to think
And you come back to the moment,
And the seats are all empty.

And she’s still there waiting,
Anticipating what he’ll say.
But she decided not to speak,
And then she just waited.

Flipping through the pages.
“Does it really end this way?
Do I really have to shatter?
Do I really have to break?”

Reviews

[tuvi]

hmmmm... when the time is wrong everything seems to work against us and leaving us aghast with loneliness , dejected and aloofness ...
pain has been clearly projected in ray of beautiful aisle of words ... and yet we wonder ;

"Flipping through the pages.
“Does it really end this way?
Do I really have to shatter?
Do I really have to break?”

Good Work !!

[Shawn Purcell]

Sometimes our minds work against us as well. It gets lost in the fantasy as the things we want most walk are walking away.