On my own again
Stranded on an island
Of my thoughts-
The waters that surround me
Are currents of my memories,
Swirling whirlpools of chaos
Keeping me isolated.
I can’t escape
The dangerous waves of
“What ifs”
Formed with the wind and the choices of my past-
But I’ll construct
My escape from this godforsaken island
With a study raft of good intentions
And move forward on unsteady waters
To a new world yet unexplored.
Isn’t it amazing
How the simplicity
Of water
Falling
Has the ability to
Purify the transgressions of the world
And set our minds at ease
To start anew?
The act of falling-
A devastating blow-
Occurs before we build
Ourselves back up.
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In the end, there’s just
Me
Allow yourself to see it from my view:
Love is something you lose yourself in
Regret is when you realize, too late that
Everything has changed
And instead of losing yourself, you lost me.
Dreams are haunting your waking hours with
Yearning, but nothing can be changed.
Go on, move forward. There’s
Only so much more that can be done when
Never means forever and
Everything we had is lost.
Thrust into the adult world
A child
With growing responsibilities.
And so began a torrid love affair
With words
With life
With myself.
Running away to L.A. under the shadow of the clouds
A day that I will never forget
I’ll be a runaway in L.A., my mind is set
I’m leaving today, a cloudy spring day.
I’m leaving today
Before I change my mind,
Before you realize I’m gone
And I see what I’ll be missing.
I’m leaving all of it behind.
Hollywood is dead, the stars are diminishing
The audience sits waiting, criticising, slowly killing them.
They need something new on the silver screen
And I’ll be the bright and shining star.
Hand me the script, I’ll captivate the crowd
Standing alone in the spotlight
Solitude- the way of life
For the runaway.
