And so it’s the “why” that wakes us up at night clawing from our dreams sometimes worse than our reality
The question a screaming asteroid towards our beds snap and our bones break
Its scary isn’t it?
I have a story but a long long time ago I didn’t think
I did
Still to the second I loose it sometimes
Drowning beneath the pounds of dark future that surrounds us
My life is not a struggle but I have a story
In those days where I step by step keep pace with the beat of my heart
Sensitive glass that cracks with comments that tare us with knives
Somehow jokes don’t always feel so funny and we crawl back to our shells
How dare you small person?
As I struggle split ravage against the plastic
I admit
I am so afraid
I’m walking a tight rope and once it runs out I won’t find myself free falling
But standing on the side I didn’t want to be on
The side secure
I want to fall
Rip my wings from my back and follow them down
Someone catch me will you?
Will we?
Are you waiting for me?
I have this story but there’s no way it’s as interesting as yours
I have this story but behind my sheltered lens
It couldn’t possibly be worth watching
Fake it all and stand tall because I’ve got the brightest mask
If it wasn’t a struggle then everything is always fine
Right?
I have a story and it starts with a phone call
Go on, pick it up
Find out who’s there
Because on the other side you might find or remember who you are and why you spent five years building that brick cylinder stifling expansion and once the hair line crack was tapped your body melted from the heat of the sun and you slid through
And so you lift up that phone because this is a story of a family that lost somehow
Needed this because this family lived in a white house surrounded by trees
And in the winter surrounded by snow
And in the summer by grass
And in the fall brown leaves
But this was mid February not any particular February and remember I’m telling you this because it’s a story
It is my story
There is not a moral or message but I hope when you leave tonight you will remember it
When the “why’s” wake you up or the sun melts your skin that you remember that you are not so alone
Because this is a story about a family going for a long walk
One foot in front of the other
They walk from February to March and April and once April
Goes by they realize that it’s been five years and they all forgot to stop walking even though nothing was after them
Anymore
They stop and they look at each other and they look different
They look older
And are breathing harder
And behind there eyes is something new
But when and how it got there and where it came from they don’t know
Five years of walking can really change a person
Don’t you think?
Don’t think they’ve stopped because remember this is a story of a family that goes for a walk and one foot in front of the other, one foot in front of the other, one foot in front of the other…
They don’t stop because they don’t know what will happen if they do
If one of them would stop would the world end?
Would they all die?
Would they have never existed?
Will they realize there are more of them than they started with?
Would everything be the same?
Just stiller
With the sun shinning and the four of them
But remember they don’t know so they are still walking
Fall 2014
The question a screaming asteroid towards our beds snap and our bones break
Its scary isn’t it?
I have a story but a long long time ago I didn’t think
I did
Still to the second I loose it sometimes
Drowning beneath the pounds of dark future that surrounds us
My life is not a struggle but I have a story
In those days where I step by step keep pace with the beat of my heart
Sensitive glass that cracks with comments that tare us with knives
Somehow jokes don’t always feel so funny and we crawl back to our shells
How dare you small person?
As I struggle split ravage against the plastic
I admit
I am so afraid
I’m walking a tight rope and once it runs out I won’t find myself free falling
But standing on the side I didn’t want to be on
The side secure
I want to fall
Rip my wings from my back and follow them down
Someone catch me will you?
Will we?
Are you waiting for me?
I have this story but there’s no way it’s as interesting as yours
I have this story but behind my sheltered lens
It couldn’t possibly be worth watching
Fake it all and stand tall because I’ve got the brightest mask
If it wasn’t a struggle then everything is always fine
Right?
I have a story and it starts with a phone call
Go on, pick it up
Find out who’s there
Because on the other side you might find or remember who you are and why you spent five years building that brick cylinder stifling expansion and once the hair line crack was tapped your body melted from the heat of the sun and you slid through
And so you lift up that phone because this is a story of a family that lost somehow
Needed this because this family lived in a white house surrounded by trees
And in the winter surrounded by snow
And in the summer by grass
And in the fall brown leaves
But this was mid February not any particular February and remember I’m telling you this because it’s a story
It is my story
There is not a moral or message but I hope when you leave tonight you will remember it
When the “why’s” wake you up or the sun melts your skin that you remember that you are not so alone
Because this is a story about a family going for a long walk
One foot in front of the other
They walk from February to March and April and once April
Goes by they realize that it’s been five years and they all forgot to stop walking even though nothing was after them
Anymore
They stop and they look at each other and they look different
They look older
And are breathing harder
And behind there eyes is something new
But when and how it got there and where it came from they don’t know
Five years of walking can really change a person
Don’t you think?
Don’t think they’ve stopped because remember this is a story of a family that goes for a walk and one foot in front of the other, one foot in front of the other, one foot in front of the other…
They don’t stop because they don’t know what will happen if they do
If one of them would stop would the world end?
Would they all die?
Would they have never existed?
Will they realize there are more of them than they started with?
Would everything be the same?
Just stiller
With the sun shinning and the four of them
But remember they don’t know so they are still walking
Fall 2014