Another day to live my life
But how can I make myself believe?
That this really is my life–
And what does that even mean?
Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck outside
Watching someone “live” a life
Unable to slow the ebbing tide
Or dry a single drop of strife.
I see this person do these things
Good and bad and in between
But disconnected still I sing
And still I wonder what it means.
Living life is hard sometimes
And sometimes turns to all the time
I’d like a break from these times
But fire raises dross.
Nicely written.
Thank you meiro.
You are welcome.
Regards.
True.
Enjoy reding your work.
I am beginning to enjoy having my work read by others so it appears we both win. Cheers.
Hmmm, cheers.
Another gem! Thanks for sharing!
You are welcome Wendell Brown. Cheers.
Second Stanza….made me chuckle in that self-pitying way…how true…how so very true. It’s one thing to float above, it feels you have no control…it’s a freeing feeling…but to watch as if right beside…one feels powerless yet responsible more than ever…expertly captured. Thank you.
That is a surprising distinction that I have never really considered. That is very true. I never would have written about floating above for this piece. Well said.
Very nice write indeed 🙂
What inspired this great piece!!! 🙂
love it from start to finish 🙂
In the words of “Watt” (from “A Knight’s Tale”) it was inspired by, “Pain! Lot’s of pain!”
I realize I am taking this out of context… but I think Watt will be ok.
No, we must just go on living and seeking to set up safety walls to prevent our fires from burning others.