Once again, I've come to a junction,
the end of a path,
the aftermath of a journey, alone,
And im rowing in a two man boat,
the currents are strong,
my arms feel so weak,
yet im rowing along,
dedicated to futility,
I'm just not THAT strong.
There's no force, no spirit that drives me,
no name whispered,
no sweet words etched at the back of my mind,
yet for once, I wish there was,
an outstretched hand,
or a smiling face,
beckoning me to a warmer place.
A heart can jolt, can stumble, can shatter,
can bend, can break, yet it's never mattered.
For mine's unscathed.
Do the damage and make me feel.
MAKE me feel.
I've dreamt through the days,
I've slept through the nights,
I walk the world, anonymous.
I want to dedicate my words,
purpose; abstract
definition; unsure
Give me a reason to row to the shore.
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The anonymous do wander
ReplyDeleteThey scavenge and ponder
Reasons to row to shore
There are none
What are we but skin and bones
We will all die,
Perish under the Sun.
Yet remarkable are time times we,
Sit down and look back
All the things we gained
But never had.
How we spread our message around
Each one without a sound.
For that is purpose enough
To live through another day
Learn to fight another way
Walk off paths
And not care about going astray.
But we forget
That the sun will die someday
Our thoughts will foster
And never fray.
:)