xmy.only.exitx
11/01/08, 05:31 PM
No need to wait upon eternity
That figure set in stone,
Never yielding to our quiet fingers
Never listening to our woes.
A dance will be alright
To set me straight again,
And then I’ll keep on spinning
Like a dervish in a frenzy,
Except god for me is nowhere
And I don’t spin in ecstasy,
Its the vagueness of existence
and the wounds that turn my feet.
A silent creeping dis-ease
Like a worm it climbs my back
And nestles behind my ear,
I’m weary and its all
Slowly piling on my head
The million things that went wrong
And the flaws I cannot mend.
It all sticks out like a sore thumb
And I’m sucking all I can
To make everything alright,
Breaking my back from the effort
Of returning to seeming normalcy
But the baggage of my symptoms
They are bound to my feet.
Rolling on like a river
I let monotony eat me,
And even though i anticipate
The unpredictability of the day
It disappoints me often, so
That i care no less, now that
The pain has found its place,
I watch the sunset, and the clouds
And act like there was never
Anything to worry about.
But the man on the street
With the sad, sad face,
He makes me want to cry,
And then i realize that it is myself i see in him,
And that however much i try to live the happiness
Its just a thin layer that the slightest
Scrape will peel off.
Then i look at the happy man
With his children all around him
Carrying balloons and candy floss
And his wife on his arm,
And i wonder if he too is pretending
If he too will peel off easy,
Or if it's some joy that i've never tasted
The kind that is built from within
The secret that no one's ever told me
Will i ever know?
That figure set in stone,
Never yielding to our quiet fingers
Never listening to our woes.
A dance will be alright
To set me straight again,
And then I’ll keep on spinning
Like a dervish in a frenzy,
Except god for me is nowhere
And I don’t spin in ecstasy,
Its the vagueness of existence
and the wounds that turn my feet.
A silent creeping dis-ease
Like a worm it climbs my back
And nestles behind my ear,
I’m weary and its all
Slowly piling on my head
The million things that went wrong
And the flaws I cannot mend.
It all sticks out like a sore thumb
And I’m sucking all I can
To make everything alright,
Breaking my back from the effort
Of returning to seeming normalcy
But the baggage of my symptoms
They are bound to my feet.
Rolling on like a river
I let monotony eat me,
And even though i anticipate
The unpredictability of the day
It disappoints me often, so
That i care no less, now that
The pain has found its place,
I watch the sunset, and the clouds
And act like there was never
Anything to worry about.
But the man on the street
With the sad, sad face,
He makes me want to cry,
And then i realize that it is myself i see in him,
And that however much i try to live the happiness
Its just a thin layer that the slightest
Scrape will peel off.
Then i look at the happy man
With his children all around him
Carrying balloons and candy floss
And his wife on his arm,
And i wonder if he too is pretending
If he too will peel off easy,
Or if it's some joy that i've never tasted
The kind that is built from within
The secret that no one's ever told me
Will i ever know?