Secret Pop

Jan 4, 2004

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking

I have no desire to be here today. Am a prisoner in today. My father is very sick, and I am not providing him with comfort. Just sitting still is a failure. Wasting time on wishes. Luxuriating in pauses where you forget to forgive. This is no time for holding grudges.

There is an ache in me today. A sleeping that does not want to wake. A numbness that does not want to feel. When I take time to measure, I deem it all a great waste.

For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave.

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