Watch it as it goes Out the window And out into the world. Watch as it no longer has a home. Watch as it slowly slips through your fingers But somehow you know it had a piece of your soul.
That void is opening, getting larger, Slowly drifting out and now you wish it could come back home, Even for a moment, Just a moment to return the time Where you could embrace it, Or imagine what you could do If you could pause it for a moment, But it’s gone… it’s gone.
And it’s right outside your window, Do you open your window And let it accompany you as you wake? Do you let it sing you to bed at night As your heart slowly breaks?
And you watch it outside your window As it slowly fades away Into the distance, Into a memory That wants to walk away.
Grab onto the memory, Let it linger and comfort you once more. Just right outside the window It’s telling you ‘Can I come in through the door?’
This piece came pouring out after the first two lines came to me in song… Thanks for reading.
An accelerated pull, or a pushing forward, disregarding the existence of brakes. A collapse into fallen leaves and twigs. A slow pluck of fallen pieces. Looking up into the sway of the trees, between a glimmer of light. Dodging, swerving away from becoming a future target. Do I rise and escape these fallen pieces? Or do I bask in the moment and let them consume me?
These paths I walk all lead to snow
White embankments filled with fluff
Masking the truth underneath
Holding us back three feet deep
When will they release me
Keeping me here like a prisoner
Don’t they see I want out
The ground is frozen
I can’t move my fibers of life
Shake, shake me out of this frozen tundra
I’m itching for a new beginning