4 am and I can't sleep again,
There's just too much noise to ignore it.
2 am left me wanting a friend,
Although I've no voice to request it.
Flop out of bed and I go for a drive,
Before the sun comes up and takes me alive,
Called past the point where my feet dare to strive,
Why I must go far-- I cannot contrive,
Trying to catch the last bit of fresh air,
Crossing the mountains left me feeling aware,
On the way home--down the thoroughfare,
Noticing movement, I glance--she glares...
Wondering what the hell I could have done;
To deserve the response that I'd just won;
Red light turns to green--hit the gas-- I'm gone;
Of these thoughts and feelings I am not fond...
It took only a glance and moments introspection,
To pick up and read her heart like a publication.
Reading headlines of missteps and revelation;
Bylines played out like the latest news sensation.
Black on white, her life written in blocks and news columns…
Dark and light, her face crisscrossed with lines shaded and solemn…
In her eye, a spirit of fated warriors—guerreras with glory far fallen…
In my sight, una compadre de la otra madre—a sister who’s spirit is walled in…
Next light turns red and I’m stopping again,
Truck pulls up beside me, occupants looking right at me,
The man that is driving jokes with his ‘friend’…
The woman that had just before glared back at me.
6 am and I’m still on the mend,
I don’t know why I stress and so deeply care about this…
6 am and I’m trying to defend,
This mind and heart from breaking and falling apart—because of greater distress…
So watch o’re your back and don’t get off track,
Pile your thoughts up with the rest of the stack,
With head in hands and heart in your throat,
Know that you couldn’t slow down that boat,
That’s slowly been taking her down…
That’s quickly deepened your frown.
7 am and I’m back home again…
Back to the noise and my life on rewind…
It’s just too hard to ignore it…
There's just too much noise to ignore it.
2 am left me wanting a friend,
Although I've no voice to request it.
Flop out of bed and I go for a drive,
Before the sun comes up and takes me alive,
Called past the point where my feet dare to strive,
Why I must go far-- I cannot contrive,
Trying to catch the last bit of fresh air,
Crossing the mountains left me feeling aware,
On the way home--down the thoroughfare,
Noticing movement, I glance--she glares...
Wondering what the hell I could have done;
To deserve the response that I'd just won;
Red light turns to green--hit the gas-- I'm gone;
Of these thoughts and feelings I am not fond...
It took only a glance and moments introspection,
To pick up and read her heart like a publication.
Reading headlines of missteps and revelation;
Bylines played out like the latest news sensation.
Black on white, her life written in blocks and news columns…
Dark and light, her face crisscrossed with lines shaded and solemn…
In her eye, a spirit of fated warriors—guerreras with glory far fallen…
In my sight, una compadre de la otra madre—a sister who’s spirit is walled in…
Next light turns red and I’m stopping again,
Truck pulls up beside me, occupants looking right at me,
The man that is driving jokes with his ‘friend’…
The woman that had just before glared back at me.
6 am and I’m still on the mend,
I don’t know why I stress and so deeply care about this…
6 am and I’m trying to defend,
This mind and heart from breaking and falling apart—because of greater distress…
So watch o’re your back and don’t get off track,
Pile your thoughts up with the rest of the stack,
With head in hands and heart in your throat,
Know that you couldn’t slow down that boat,
That’s slowly been taking her down…
That’s quickly deepened your frown.
7 am and I’m back home again…
Back to the noise and my life on rewind…
It’s just too hard to ignore it…
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