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Can you hear the things I’m saying? Are they crossing time? They must
Long lost wounds and past betrayings, living well in each of us
What makes something stay and linger, why does something hold its sting
Was it real, did it fade, was it made by us? Or
Did I just imagine everything?
When this tangled mess began it was secure, a shape so solid
Like it had cast itself in steel; so strong, or so I thought
Turned out much more like liquid; wet and slippery, like deception is
And it could never hold an outline
You would think the days, the time and care, the hope, the love itself would
form a much stronger border, mold it solid and from within. But the smallest
push from outside was enough; it crumbled into dust.
Into nothing, much more like something that was never there before
Could something ever be so whole, stay so pure? Cause I don’t recall us
building this secure
Since we were young we should have been that much more trusting of ourselves.
Were we just making things to break and fall apart
Was it built so big and strong just to turn around and watch it cease to be
Looking backwards, always backwards, asking, begging, pleading,
why is time still not yet done with me?
Time, crooked, mismatched time has tricked me, tricks me every single moment
When it says keep my eyes locked on the big prize, always looming just ahead
I can feel it doing it in this moment, feel it doing it again
Could something ever be so whole, stay so pure? Cause I don’t recall us
building this secure
As we get older let us be that much more trusting of ourselves
Then let us trust another, let me trust one other
But in this moment, for right now, please let me wake and feel