Empty.. but everything in sight overflows. Patting on my chest, but needing to feel my soul. No one told me this was a part of getting old -- what a realization of myself for all these years I've been unknown.... I wonder where its shown? I wonder when the covers been blown?
Started reaching out to God like, who you want me to be? Twiddling my thumbs, pacing floors, wondering what I'm supposed to be able to see... I wish I could point it out like, Diamonds or Rings. But, I think for me, I need flowers that sing. Trees blossoming as if it's spring. Wait,
What I need is back pay! And my next check on time. I've spent to many hours at attention or in lines. The grains are all out the hourglass and I'm still standing, still screaming -- with no idea of my purpose for this season.
I need you to realize, I thought I did it right, but somewhere I must've chocked! One little slip, and my full face dipped -- submerged under water, to my lungs it begins to grip. I close my eyes and I see you - and I hear you whisper, "tisk tisk". "After all you've been through how dare you think I would ever leave you like this."
By: Me.
