Long Way
Waning 1, 2021
Here I am on the way to a new adventure, towards some abstract destination, towards which, halfway there, I will have already taken the road towards someplace else. Half fascinated, half worried, I can’t help but wonder whether or not I have, indeed, ever reached a destination such as that. Is it my wayward mind? Or is it how confusing the tangled roads are? And why is it that I feel like every time I set off to go somewhere, I lose a little bit of myself? Hopefully, I’ll find it along the way.
I don't get you;
Is there a part of you missing?
Maybe from your brain or your heart?
Either way, your tone feels blank
Did they steal it?
The thieves from your dreams?
Or, maybe, it wasn't even there to begin with?
Either way, I know you'll get it back
I don't get you;
How you say all those words you don't mean
But you never really tell lies
To anyone but yourself
Did you mean it?
The love you expressed out loud?
Before you burned your bridges and dared not to turn around?
Did you notice?
The flame was never strong
But you cling to the past as if it's all you've ever known
How to do, but I know you're better than that
You have a long way to go
Take your feelings
Put them inside a glass bottle
Let them flow and drift on the sea
And then hope somebody finds them
Maybe then they will understand
That you're a poor stranded soul
Longing for your way into a heart
A welcoming shelter
And once you find it
You'll move on to the next
And pray your spirit doesn't break from all the shame and stress
I don't know you
I can't stress this enough
But the way you act tells me enough to tell how you react
When you fall, but I know you're better than that
And that part,
I know you'll get it back
Though its absence is terrible,
No need to overreact
Cause you have a long way to go
You have a long way to go
You have a long way to go
— Summer, 2017