Everyone’s Afraid

No

one knows

the way

to the other side,

but they

say

they know the place

and the time

that makes

the pain

go away.

If it’s safe,

they’ll tell you

that they don’t

really know.

Everyone’s afraid

the same.

 

Hope

is a gift

left reserved

for the dislocated.

Time is the door

and the key

has been locked away

behind

your eyes

lies the way,

cry and evocate.

There is no rain

without cold air

from far away.

 

Just the act of letting go

of all of those

little things,

means more

than all the words

that don’t

mean anything.

 

Trust

is a knife

and a smile

and an invitation

to find

out

what you’re really made

of.

Past

is above,

future below.

 

Air we breathe

come from

somewhere else,

somewhere far away.

No one knows

what you

live with everyday.

Every breath

is your own,

every thought the same.

Isn’t it strange

how we hope

we have found a way?

Truth

is exposed

through our pain

and all those

long gone yesterdays.

 

I have a smile

for you,

because I know

you’re dealing

the only way you

hope

you’re not insane,

only temporary.

We’ll find out

someday,

that’s guaranteed.

That’s guaranteed.

You know the way.

 

HG -2017

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