It's called, the present, because it's a gift
To synchronicity, the food package, with this writing on it, was contributing
I am alive, I can breathe the wind, and the roof is doing a good job
Parents, friends, and the job's biweekly paycheck, I'm grateful for a lot
Yet, I feel like my life is falling apart
I had wished for changes, I dreamed them till they were real in my mind
I was supposed to stay happy till they actually came around
But then came the moment
The present is complicated
After all, it is happening all the time
I tried ruling the moment
That climax that never ends
Instead of bringing more, I have wrecked what I got
You have to let go to make room to receive
For some reason, I imagined a smooth transition and changes that come softly
I didn't realize what helped me hold on would be taken unwillingly
The moment doesn't have what I leaned on in the past, or what I wanted in the future
I'm firmly standing in the middle of it
I don't dare to dream ahead, while standing in the wreckage of what was
It hurts too much to think of what I wanted, and I'm supposed to keep it up and positive
The dream that sent me to heaven is now dangerous
The moment is complicated, or perhaps I'm the one who is
I still believe the only way through is forward
To the present, I apologize to you ahead
It's you that I will choose to forget
In other circles, that doesn't sound very healthy or sound
Don't blame it on me
Blame it on the law of attraction, and what it says I have to do, to be aligned
I'll follow this road for a while longer, and trust
Who knows, I think at the end of it, the present will be found
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