takingthursday
08/25/03, 10:24 AM
What I'm Really Trying To Say Is
These hands can only hold so much
With all the weight on my back
And clutter in my path
I'll never really know
If I've met the points that fall in between
Unless I take a step back to see (and breathe)
I think something more was lost on the way
Lost sight of what I really was trying to be
Lost track of where I last placed my keys
With these empty pockets
And half filled glasses
No memory of past wishes
That use to reserve their spot in these spaces
Maybe at the end
We'll be able to spin back towards each other
To revive the feeling of it's beginning
What I'm really trying to say is
Let my fingers fall from between yours
And write these words onto shadows of whys
And think about the next time...
We'll dance into the light
These hands can only hold so much
With all the weight on my back
And clutter in my path
I'll never really know
If I've met the points that fall in between
Unless I take a step back to see (and breathe)
I think something more was lost on the way
Lost sight of what I really was trying to be
Lost track of where I last placed my keys
With these empty pockets
And half filled glasses
No memory of past wishes
That use to reserve their spot in these spaces
Maybe at the end
We'll be able to spin back towards each other
To revive the feeling of it's beginning
What I'm really trying to say is
Let my fingers fall from between yours
And write these words onto shadows of whys
And think about the next time...
We'll dance into the light