Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)
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There is no need to believe
Knowing how it’s supposed to be
It has never been easy, never will
Words written in abandon, let them roar
We have never understood what they say
We are the few that the few may remember
A thunder roar in the frailty we are
If we were toid do it again, would it be the same?
No one ever told us it would be easy
I can never extinguish the living in me
The walls fell long ago with nothing left to hide
No longer fighting, just rolling in on the tide
Stoic Poetry
We used to roam untravelled roads
Fueled by joy and boundless hope
Brother, one by one we are almost gone
Often it feels we are imitating life
This is a rewrite, figuring it out
Finding, fighting my way back to life
Stepping off the safety of the sidelines
There’s a faint flicker in your eyes
I cannot shut my eyes while you suffer
When the last of your light has been lost
Casting shadows lost in approaching dusk
In a sudden flash of light we go on forever
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When logic makes no sense
Break it off and find a ledge
When in too deep
Getting too close to the edge
Recursive formulas swirl
I try to arrange and analyze
As insanity forms perfect sense
Too far down to see the prize
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Just as it all seems to fall down
This question between smile and frown
Please go on if it feels so good
I am left senseless in the quagmire
It’s carved into my mind, your words
But not everyone is built to take a lie
Is everything wrong, do we never see truth?
You talk the talk and make them want you
And you, you always seem to make me useless
The wire is so narrow high above the wreckage
It has become so hard to know what I really want
Stoic Poetry
I will dive right down for your love
Treading on broken glass and needles
Chest pains that come from breathing
Keeping up with this vertigo feeling
From under my dessicated tight skin
The insects come crawing from within
Now get up, the air is running low
Wait for the light to enflame the glow
What are we here for? Figure it out
What have we done that we are in for?
Who do we bow to, off feet, on our knees
Figure it out fast before it bleeds
Stoic Poetry
There’s a bitter surprise from my reflection
This broken mirror hides what is still inside
A million triggers and they’re ready to blow
There is a messed up reason for me to abide
There are far too many reasons for me to stay
The answers to questions are getting closer
Impossible to know which one I should follow
My damnations will never change the composer
Stoic Poetry
We tell our friends we try
In our ordinary lives
I have been waiting for so long
But there are no tears to cry
Into the wild we pray that we awake
Cloaked oblivion keeps us greatful
Just maybe this one is our time
Or do we accept the truth that we take
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Chasing shadows that lead our way
The frail, the bruised who start anew
Running blind in their hearts
Lost ones fighting for what is true
You play the fool, the painful truth
Neither light nor dark, only in gray
Told through you, with flickering eyes
Am I somehow being unkind in this way?
The painful truth is told through you
Until the day we all fall into line
Do we run or do we stay and fight?
As shadows tell us we will be just fine
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Forboding skies where we roam
Feel the rain among widswept trees
Heaving Earth and lifting stones
Colliding in sounds, pure harmony
I need to be closer, I need to run
You need to be faster or I will catch up
Havoc rising high as we draw nearer
Now we need to prepare for what’s to come
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We mourn the lives not lived
We never developed our talents
Easy to wish we’d worked harder
Or maybe loved much better
It takes no effort to miss a friend
Those we didn’t make and lost
It is not difficult to see yourself
Through the eyes of others
It is easy to regret for so long
Until our time runs out
It is not lives unlived we regret
lt is the regret itself
A regret that makes us shrivel
Wither away and shrink
Like our own worst enemy
Would any versions be better?
Lives happen, it is true
But you are happening as well
This one we have to focus on
For it is all that we have
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 