The Time Is Near

The time is near

The words I hear

ever so gently…

I need the world again…

It’s time to feel

It’s time to kneel

now that my ego is aside

I need the world again

The time is soon

The ticking of the clock is starting to consume

my ears

For a while…

I’d hide…

With all my fears

inside

Feeling like I’ve been in the trenches…

While everyone was born on benches…

Still feeling like I kept knocking down fences…

While time clenches…more seconds upon me

 

And I keep asking why people can’t just let me be?

Why everyone turns out to be an enemy?

Why does the world have to be this way,

when it ought to be…

Understanding,

less about programming

everyone to be exactly alike

Or take a hike

Up a mountain to gain back their respect

Cuz’ there’s already so much struggle from the very start…

So many words tearing people apart…

& while some of you sleep as if nothing left a mark

I try to find my heart, never afraid of the dark

 

The time is near

The words I hear

ever so gently…

I need the world again…

The time is near, my friend

And I never expected anyone to comprehend

Wait around for me & pretend

I would be worth it in the end

Cuz’ I am my own worst critic

Way too analytic

Kinda made me parasitic..

Until I had enough of being down in it

Then walking around in an emotional daze

Trying to figure out if it was a spiritual phase

feeling like I was running through never ending haze…

While everyone else is walking around in some kind of maze…

Faking it to make it…

Not realizing their just taking it…

From those who are real

Those who dare to feel…

Everything in this universe..

 

And I keep asking why people can’t just let me be?

Why it feels like I am not free

While the world keeps spinning all around me

And I keep asking all these philosophical questions

That now surround me…

And now I long to be

half connected to the world…

Feel like I ought to be…

But can never stay out of the unknown,

Always felt the need to venture off alone

become drenched to the bone

And still find a way to enjoy it…

Always felt without the rain

There would be no sun

Without the Sun

There’d be no rain

And without being slain

You couldn’t humbly gain

Anything at all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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