I can’t get any closer...so I have to run away
Far better to be missed, than to ever over-stay
Overthinking every little thing
I have to diversify, yet I have to simplify....
Focus on the paradox that keeps me alive
Wherever I lay my head could become my bed
as long as I'm willing to lie there unable to sleep
Surviving through every oasis of peace in this desert of sorrow
[[Living in-between each moment....disappearing by tomorrow]]
I can't stay in one place for too long....can't get too attached to anyone
or the surface breaks......the illusion is lost....and the cycle repeats itself.
The mask is cracking....
The roots are rotting....
The blood is pooling.....
The darkness is shining through
Because I’m a ghost.
I don’t expect you to understand.
That's all I ever was;
and it's all I ever am.
© Stef L Schultz
Author: Stef L Schultz
When something isn't "enough" to be a song, and doesn't have a tune but it's still catchy, I call it POETRY, and it goes HERE. And there is not a *THING* you can do to stop me.