Somewhere in the warm mists of time
I lost my way
I found my way
With strange purpose and by design…
And I don’t know where to find me
A stranger wakes with me each day
The mirror lies
The stranger dies
And with a price that can’t be paid
I head out cold in spite of me
Can you hear it
When your name is whispered softly
Or do you turn a deafened ear?
Can you bear it?
Can you see it
When it’s laid down right before you
Or do you close a blinded eye?
Can you bare it?
Somehow in the harsh light of day
I lost old time
I found new time
With precision and disarray
I reach out but can not touch me
Intentions fade and slowly grey
The mirror sighs
The stranger lies
To live and die another day…
And I speak yet can’t define me
I lost my way
I found my way
With strange purpose and by design…
And I don’t know where to find me
A stranger wakes with me each day
The mirror lies
The stranger dies
And with a price that can’t be paid
I head out cold in spite of me
Can you hear it
When your name is whispered softly
Or do you turn a deafened ear?
Can you bear it?
Can you see it
When it’s laid down right before you
Or do you close a blinded eye?
Can you bare it?
Somehow in the harsh light of day
I lost old time
I found new time
With precision and disarray
I reach out but can not touch me
Intentions fade and slowly grey
The mirror sighs
The stranger lies
To live and die another day…
And I speak yet can’t define me
3 comments:
If I could steal a poem and claim it as mine ...this would be the one.
Thom,
Wonderful stuff.....you do have a way with the pen. Hope you are doing well...Corporate America is doing a number on me these days.....riding the rough swells...we'll see where I land. Hugs.
John
We are always our own worst enemy.And the lies we tell ourselves always that which gets us through our days.
Love this!
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