I fear of getting old
and becoming close-minded.
Ignoring what I’m told;
convinced I know what right is.
I don’t want to lose touch
with this peaceful, free mind.
I can’t imagine a single soul would,
but there’s comfort in being blind.
I suppose all I can do is hold on,
hold on to who I am,
but know that’s not the only way,
for I refuse to fall into this scam.
I tasted you, and realized how starved I’ve been.
And there it was; that precious moment.
That realization that makes you feel as if this heavy, suppressive weight, this weight that you had never been aware of, had become significantly less significant. That realization which let’s you simply breathe again, which you’ll look back on and say “Then one day I realized…, and that knowledge has channeled peace of mind ever since.”
My god, was that long past due.
I’ll cook your precious hero(in)
And shove it through my veins
I’ll take your little angels dust
And make myself insane
I’ll light your virgin Mary
And inhale; touch the flame
I’ll crush your perfect, pure white snow
And line it up for play
Darling, just rest your eyes
rest your clouded mind
let’s learn to look the other way
until we can focus on the gray
I cannot find you anymore
your eyes are now coffins
and your soul has been buried
deep beneath the seasons
which you forgot to fully feel
that I have to learn
and that is acceptance
will always be
my cup of tea
maybe not even close
but there’s always something in it for me
It’s simple, really
work out the kinks
rather than fighting
for my peace of mind
and genuinely have
peace of mind