the winds of your voice told me all i had missed
they told me the tides turned from my favor; and showed me the moon turned from her child.
youʻre one in a million, and i missed your midnight express
into the world of consciousness. For every night you stayed awake
and we rested on the dust and the ashes of this empty world,
and you could move on and i could hold on and there was no ending
and no beginning and this binding mentality held me down;
away from you.
a sorry doesnʻt matter, a hello is all i have.
i wonʻt say iʻm sad, i wonʻt say iʻm regretful, but just that iʻve learned better.
you taught me that the medium didnʻt fall but i know i did now.
you told me to forget the medium and i could only show you how it didnʻt matter
Itʻs easy to say i laughed and loved and learned
and to say you laughed and loved and hated it but it wasnʻt the truth in the ultimate spectrum of things. youʻre an earthquake all in yourself,
and thatʻs the truth in the spectrum without the bullshit i could spit,
or every enrapturing word i could conjure,
and every lie to every eye
to prove that real eyes donʻt realize real lies; would mean nothing.
you charmed the snake with a gaze you charmed me with your scrutiny
and the nature of me diverted to the nature of you
yet i resisted.
itʻs one in the morning and your midnight train has left;
i just hope i could catch it, when itʻs reverted but i probably wouldnʻt deserve it.
and if you canʻt see that i can give you the world,
and if you did i can give myself a swift kick in the ass
and move to the next station, away from misplacement.
