airabuyu13
12/23/08, 05:36 PM
oh, the allure of giving up,
of throwing the towel in and calling it a day.
the intangible, ungraspable want to let go:
to release, unwind and stop
before it all slips over your head.
the grand finale too extravagant for a name, too sudden for a category.
but maybe there is a name…
one only heard in huddled talks and hushed voices,
whispered in circles where the word is never said.
and maybe there is a category…
one feared, winced at, and avoided by all
who’ve ever known what it’s like to know.
a solution. (or a non-solution,
depending on how you see it)
an exit, an escape plan, a way out.
it’s the breaking point that comes with
final straw after final straw,
it’s the end that finishes
the fight that’s never won.
you would never…
…right?
but everyone’s looking for numb,
groping around in back alleyways and deserted street corners,
searching for something to stop the spinning.
everyone’s out cold,
wandering in and out of indistinguishable consciousness,
hoping to press that pause (or stop) button on our ever trembling world.
but it cannot end like this.
no matter how earnestly, or how honestly
you want it to end,
it cannot end like this.
i sympathize with you, i really do.
i know, i understand, i’ve felt it too.
i’ve been in that place where
the once lit end of the tunnel suddenly grows dark,
and where everything can’t do anything
but do nothing or fall apart…
i’ve been there.
but you,
you are a fighter
not meant to accept defeat.
you are alive.
of throwing the towel in and calling it a day.
the intangible, ungraspable want to let go:
to release, unwind and stop
before it all slips over your head.
the grand finale too extravagant for a name, too sudden for a category.
but maybe there is a name…
one only heard in huddled talks and hushed voices,
whispered in circles where the word is never said.
and maybe there is a category…
one feared, winced at, and avoided by all
who’ve ever known what it’s like to know.
a solution. (or a non-solution,
depending on how you see it)
an exit, an escape plan, a way out.
it’s the breaking point that comes with
final straw after final straw,
it’s the end that finishes
the fight that’s never won.
you would never…
…right?
but everyone’s looking for numb,
groping around in back alleyways and deserted street corners,
searching for something to stop the spinning.
everyone’s out cold,
wandering in and out of indistinguishable consciousness,
hoping to press that pause (or stop) button on our ever trembling world.
but it cannot end like this.
no matter how earnestly, or how honestly
you want it to end,
it cannot end like this.
i sympathize with you, i really do.
i know, i understand, i’ve felt it too.
i’ve been in that place where
the once lit end of the tunnel suddenly grows dark,
and where everything can’t do anything
but do nothing or fall apart…
i’ve been there.
but you,
you are a fighter
not meant to accept defeat.
you are alive.