Am I selfish as hell? Who knows? It comes down to the fact that for some strange reason… I needed space. I needed a break. I need to live my own life. Not sure what that means. I was lacking peace. The opposite of peace is disruption, noise, panic… No not those. Everything in me wanted to keep what I had… but there is this ever-small voice in opposition. Give up what you have for something greater… in the future. Selfish desires. Controlling and holding on. To what? Control. Not allowing myself to give fully of myself because of… fear? What can set me free? Maybe, hopefully, the absence of what is oh so good can bring healing. Striving to be a man but still squandering and puddle jumping in childhood. A free-spirit desiring to break the chains of control on my own life… I can’t be kept in a cage! Why do I attempt to run from control, captivity, but actually practice it? Cages keep things in. Have you ever put yourself in one... and claimed that you were put in there… against your will? Yeah. Me too. I hate my cages. My vices. I’m thinking this is how I (we) are fading.
In the quiet of the shadow
In the corner of a room
Darkness moves upon you
Like a cloud across the moon
You're a-wearing all the silence
Of a constant that will turn
Like the windmill left deserted
Or the sun forever burn
So don't forget to breathe
Don't forget to breathe
Your whole life is here
No eleventh hour reprieve
So don't forget to breathe
Keep your head above water
But don't forget to breathe
And all the suffering that you've witnessed
And the hand prints on the wall
They remind you how it's endless
How endlessly you fall
And the answer that you're seeking
For the question that you found
Drives you further to confusion
As you lose your sense of ground
So don't forget to breathe
Don't forget to breathe
Your whole life is here
No eleventh hour reprieve
So don't forget to breathe
Keep your head above water
But don't forget to breathe
Breathe....
Don't forget to breathe
Don't forget to breathe
You know you are here
But you find you want to leave
So don't forget to... breathe
Just breathe
Just breathe
Just breathe...
Just breathe...
Just breathe...
_alexi murdoch
the top probably doesn't make sense. didn't plan on it to. just flowed out in desperation.
goodnight.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
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