When the Sun Gives Up, Run
When the sun starts crying
And flees far away
Drag it back
To confront you
You need to seal
It’s grasp
You need
To seal
It’s fate as its own
You need to see
That the sun knows it’s place
The place
Where it comforts you
And doesn’t dare run away
From us
We all grab the sun
And pull it towards us
Feeding off its energy,
We spiral out
And are slowly
Slowly....
Transported
But it retaliates
And stabs us dead
We revive
And hold it in place
Where is the garden
We longed for?
STOP THE SUN
FROM FINDING
THE GARDEN
BEFORE WE CAN....
OR WE WILL FADE,
Sorrowfully....
Sometimes No One Knows…
Sometimes
No one knows
Where the
Streets ever lead....
Do we find friends
Somewhere along the way?
Do we find anyone?
Do we find ourselves,
Standing at the dead-end
Of the suburban street?
Do we realize
That we need
To pull ourselves up
And hope we don’t
Don’t get
Separated
From that playground
That meant so much to us?
How long do we walk the streets
With our friends
From another world
That make us feel
Like we are not alone?
How long does the gravel scrape our feet
Until we can smile
And finally hold hands
With each other
And anyone else
We wanted to be our friends?