Empty. Lazy. Cold
Frozen fast, stuck
Pushing my luck, sitting duck.
But ive made my choice, I just cant seem to find my voice
That sings
His voice that cuts, that’s sharp, that stings
That moves me and frees me to fly, to try
My wings
So Ive crawled back to my cages,
Rocking in the wind, floating on the waves, walking through the
motions
and it causes a commotion
in the depth of my soul, one that is restless and downcast
and thirsty and begs to break to the surface
to find what is really worth it and to relocate the purpose.
Ive searched every dark place for a break,
the wisdom to take
me from waiting to living or waiting is living
and knowing to changing and doing to being,
to breath in and out
believing..
When you look to and fro, do you see me here sinking low?
Is it your hand that pushes me down
Below the bar ive set in pride and bet
The world id make it when I try, I try, I try
to sing but im lost somewhere between rhythm or tone
or pitch-ive never known
the difference. Only an inference on where what’s
inside goes when what comes out I don’t own
Ive reaped what ive sown and not what you’ve shown,
to be faithful and truthful and
Beautiful
I remind myself its not about me, but you
Never one, always two
But still everyday I choose to hide
inside is always warmer, I don’t want to take a side-
ways approach but im bending and lending and sending
my letter without even deciding one way or the other
So how long will I wait and take this bait
Only to find out its too late-ly
Ive been hearing what my soul knows only too well,
You sell and trade what ive made you to be
Wont you agree that the answer has always been
“with me”?
Im the tune of your song and its just a little while longer
Till where singing together, right where you belong.
I guess this is my attempt at spoken word poetry? inspired by this...
so so good. check it out!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T44LepcRUhk
Pushing my luck, sitting duck.
But ive made my choice, I just cant seem to find my voice
That sings
His voice that cuts, that’s sharp, that stings
That moves me and frees me to fly, to try
My wings
So Ive crawled back to my cages,
Rocking in the wind, floating on the waves, walking through the
motions
and it causes a commotion
in the depth of my soul, one that is restless and downcast
and thirsty and begs to break to the surface
to find what is really worth it and to relocate the purpose.
Ive searched every dark place for a break,
the wisdom to take
me from waiting to living or waiting is living
and knowing to changing and doing to being,
to breath in and out
believing..
When you look to and fro, do you see me here sinking low?
Is it your hand that pushes me down
Below the bar ive set in pride and bet
The world id make it when I try, I try, I try
to sing but im lost somewhere between rhythm or tone
or pitch-ive never known
the difference. Only an inference on where what’s
inside goes when what comes out I don’t own
Ive reaped what ive sown and not what you’ve shown,
to be faithful and truthful and
Beautiful
I remind myself its not about me, but you
Never one, always two
But still everyday I choose to hide
inside is always warmer, I don’t want to take a side-
ways approach but im bending and lending and sending
my letter without even deciding one way or the other
So how long will I wait and take this bait
Only to find out its too late-ly
Ive been hearing what my soul knows only too well,
You sell and trade what ive made you to be
Wont you agree that the answer has always been
“with me”?
Im the tune of your song and its just a little while longer
Till where singing together, right where you belong.
I guess this is my attempt at spoken word poetry? inspired by this...
so so good. check it out!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T44LepcRUhk
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