I live life knowing it could end, or be havoc in an instant...
a ballet of possibilities, with fate dancing in the distance.
I once questioned it, asking if HE handles how I'm livin....
the answer I was givin, brought understanding, now i listen...
as I sit & roll, arms gettin swoll; hands tired as I grip & hold...
the right wheel, & this loving hand as I enjoy this little stroll.
But, coming here's a little bold, the evening airs a little cold,
I have not returned, since it occured, & now I feel a little old.
my feet seem to be mocking me;
a little droll, with bitter soles
these shoes were made for walking streets
with out a chance to live its role
the same as me; now nothing is what it was made to be
every breath I takes an accident; i place the blame on me
in the present, we've reached the destination at last
a different "we" that prepares for our future, while facin my past
she asks if i'm ready... I responded to her "I guess"...
wondering if she was ready to see my past's honesty in my flesh
i gave her the key, and within seconds, she opened the door
to the house, to my heart, and to oh so much more...
this solemn chamber was my life before the guilt & the sorrow...
the yesterday in which me and love were building tomorrow
but now tomorrow is yesterday; I'm still trynna leave it behind
so I confront it, as my eyes are drawn to the streets in design
intertwined like vines of lost souls, and infinite dreams
a lone heart as the place holder of an intricate scene....
a vapid array of all our inanimate posessions
made me feel more a live than anything thats happened in the present
my mere presence in this abyss that was my world
plunged me back into the tragedy that was my girl
"As soon as there is a personal God he is a disappointing God.”
-Cyril Connolly
when she died...
we both should've died, it was almost over at the start...
our civic looked like a toy in the wreckage, broken into parts
i was in the driver seat, and she was passenger side
blind sided from the right, she had no chance to survive
but i could see her eyes, wondering if she could see me cry
or see me try to hold it together; I wouldn't leave her side
I never would... months later I was stuck in her perfection
asking God daily if this was because of my transgressions
Did I do somethin wrong? could this awfulness be deserved?
It's unfair because the creed I follow has been His words
all those days spent in churches, almost seemed worthless...
staring in the house full of her old clothing, and purses
the scent of her perfume antagonized my misery
life wasn't worth livin if my soul mate couldn't live with me
I had found the only thing I needed, and wouldn't try again
God didn't have an answer for me, so this was in spite of him
i guzzled down some vodka, and I took a vile of pills
hopped in my car, trying to seal my fate behind the wheel
drove to the same intersection, and didn't stop at the light
with no seatbelt on, i was hit; & I called it a night...
i wish i could've called it a life... but again, I was a live
even tho I should've died according to reasoning and pride
and then i realized that half of me was missin....
surgery had been completed; they had bandaged each incision
the days to come would bring me no hope; nothing but pain
it took time to cope with the fact that my lover was slain
then God saw fit to send a cure for my wavering heart
she walked with me here to confront this pain in the dark
and didn't say a word, as she could see love in my face
condolences meant nothin, and this wasn't her place...
so we left, and took the exact same walk in reverse...
but this time, she was pushing me as I pondered her worth
we got to the car, and she helped me get into my seat...
this new woman, with such spirit, was a blessing of relief
she got in the driver's seat, & we rode off in the night....
then at the same intersection, she didn't stop for the light....