I am reverse engineering this life.
I know what I want,
I’m just trying to get there.
Piece by piece, I fit in,
with the illusion
of purposeful action.
Just stick to the scripture
and I will be fine.
Only the best of intentions
pave that shiny road
and down we go.
Constant over affection
just deadens the blow,
that one that takes me down.
I bet you didn’t see
that one coming
did you, now?
Flat on my back,
I don’t know how I got
so far off track.
Some temptress came
and pulled me off my cloud.
I thought I was a angel,
but like so much,
my holy was stolen;
like every word,
like all that is golden.
The choice is a lie,
you’re holding it open
to interpretation,
a quiet vacation,
from where we move on.
This is the problem
with working backwards.
Working the problem,
thinking I know
where it will end.
It never goes
where I want it;
like a window
to my madness,
to destruction.
Behind
now lies ahead.
So, I sit here,
with my false bravado,
trying to get there
by pretending I know what to do.
In an endless cycle
of trial and utter failure;
my only success was you.
So futile and so few.
Crawling from the grave,
to the cradle.
Soaring from the sky,
back to the ground.
I bet you never saw
this new beginning coming,
I’m coming back around.
Tongue tied
and fingers broken,
I’m gonna tell you how,
somehow;
to get from here back to the clouds.
HG – 2017
