Whats the meaning of it all?

Weaving the strands of my soul

things break apart while others come

together as a whole

like the mystery of the mind

“whenever something is being accomplished

it is also in some way being undone”

It’s like I’ve come to the point in my life where

it’s easy to let go.

In a sense this can be a bad thing

reflecting a feeling of abandonment

Still I am one to

feed off  the strength

of its shadows

but I ask myself why? Why am I holding on

if what I’m holding on to isn’t willing

to do the same for me?

I don’t know. but I’d rather love whats loving me.

Thriving on fulfilling moments

instead of inadequate arguments of yesterday

that  left  me sitting in a shallow

pool of love with a fake smile

peeking through

a veil of pain

Tears in my eyes. Taking in with me a whole bunch of nothing

yet my eyes only see the light

You see I’m not the stubborn type

I’d rather turn around and make it right.

For  the silence of an idiot only plays one part

I’d rather not be left alone completely to drown

in self pity and become something  like you

we all have problems

but when the music dies and you’re

standing there out of the comfort zone, exposed

wondering who will lend a helping hand

you have to face the music.