Posts Tagged ‘moving on’
week 274 ~ standing still I’ll get there
standing still I’ll get there
for time moves me ahead
though I’m still not sure where
I’ll be I pause to stare
at what I intended
standing still I’ll get there
no dream’s beyond repair
I haven’t been misled
though I’m still not sure where
or even how to share
a life cracked but mended
standing still I’ll get there
love grows out of thin air
when hope is transcended
though I’m still not sure where
I’m all in the deal’s fair
so believe what I’ve said
standing still I’ll get there
though I’m still not sure where
Week 242 ~ you’ve lost relevance as this tragedy
you’ve lost relevance as this tragedy
grows old and fading regrets turn to dust
dissolving into fledgling dreams that must
have always been here though not so shiny
life tastes better a path I didn’t see
until I stood alone at the door just
glistens in the sun beckoning and trust
-ing myself seems incredibly easy
today the light smiles beautiful flowers
bloom riotously pain doesn’t matter
though it took awhile to believe it so
I find joy in solitary hours
and with strength turn the corner now that you’re
just somebody somewhere I used to know
week 187 ~ an unexpected consequence of loss
an unexpected consequence of loss
pain opens doors that would have remained closed
without contradiction superimposed
across the map of my lost future toss
out expectations they don’t matter gloss
over tribulation a heart exposed
to the elements beats like it’s supposed
to no matter what the rest’s only dross
I walk ahead pelted by cleansing rain
time has no answers for me truth has fled
it hollers back pack up your wounds have bled
enough throw out the reasons to remain
here it’s time to move on you surely know
you’ll never find out why until you go
week 93 ~ some moments were never meant to last
some moments were never meant to last
watch as the streamers slip from your hand
and so the present becomes the past
all the balloons sail away too fast
while you’re stuck trying to understand
some moments were never meant to last
everyone says when more time has passed
you’ll realize your life’s not an island
and so the present becomes the past
and the future still can’t be forecast
but you’re no longer stuck in quicksand
some moments were never meant to last
push off from the shore it’s time to cast
a net for those tomorrows unplanned
and so the present becomes the past
as you find without warning those vast
oceans of promise can still expand
some moments were never meant to last
and so the present becomes the past
