It's the middle of the night and I'm awake
Tossing and turning sleeplessly in my bed
Feeling that I know what it is I want
And yet the realization hits me like stepping on a rake
That my hopes should have long been dead
For what I need I cannot say,
At least what I want I think I know
The calm and loneliness surround me
Alone in this city of millions
As I sit here, late in the dark summer night
Listening to the song, over and over
As it echoes my own feelings.
Which I fear to let out, for I am afraid
Afraid of being ridiculed, for I know deep down
What I want and what I feel, is all but impossible
But still I can't seem to shake it
That little flame of hope, burning steadily on
Through my darkest hours, steady and unwavering, refusing to die
When I have damn near given up on it myself,
There is still a part of me, that knows what I need.
Knowing that until I get that which I seek,
This calm and loneliness shall go on.
No matter where I am, no matter what I do
Until I find that someone, I will always continue to feel alone
For I have experienced the depths of loneliness
Alone in a foreign land, and yet here too,
Back home, I still feel that same sense of loneliness
As though a part of me is missing, feeling incomplete
Knowing that it can only be filled by someone else
Who it is, I know not.
I do not even know if that void will ever be filled
All I can do now is hope, that there is someone out there
Who I can open up to and let in, who will fill
That vast chasm that no one has yet seen,
For until that valley is overcome and filled to once again make it whole
I fear I will always be,
Incomplete.
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