01.25.09

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I'm trying to hold it together, but my hands are small.
Hard times really just get worse, afterall...
And, these weights I've been lifting, have sunk without their spot.
How can you be an optimist when you're constantly getting caught?

Sleeping days never rested anyone...
Only stressed us more on what we should've done.
Keep working for the day you'll be away from here...
Keep at it, but you're never ever near...

Late nights, short stays, early mornings, long days.

And, I'm still running from my past...It finds me...
Even when I've stopped looking back... I can't let go...
It's an endless inconvience...
But, I'm not stopping...
I'll make it through, on my own...

Well, you clocked out for another pay...
What's living if you never move to make a change?
Don't let yourself become too comfortable...
Or, the moments that you make won't be meaningful...

Time's not gonna stop for anything...
Why waste your time, staring at the ceiling?
There's nothing that can hold you down...
But, yourself when you're cowering out...

And, I'm still running from my past...It finds me...
Even when I've stopped looking back... I can't let go...
It's a drive without a map...
But, I'm not stopping...
Just try to hold me back...

I'm running for the answers...
And it's not easy, but I'll manage either way...
It's a trip into a nice fall...
Still I'm not stopping...
I've known the way all along...
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CHRISTINE

Tearing pages from the book...
I see her eyes lose their glow,
In a cupboard, where we hid...
That was many years ago...

Saline filled the shores when the moon rose to the night...
She said, "How is this world so empty, when there's stars that fill the sky?"
As the wind blew through the trees and made her curls lift in the air...
The bitter turned to sweetness and she smiled, "Nothing's fair..."

The image is distorted...
Then again, so is my mind...
In which, I try to keep the details,
Of her face that always shined...

Scraped knees below the tattered hem of a dress, so very worn...
The shadows falling from the clouds, were the remains of a passing storm...
And, it's darkness ate away at every inch within it's path...
But never, on her porcelein skin, was it's mark ever cast...

And, I try to find the places,
That you said you longed to see...
Yet, I only found more spaces,
In between us, my Christine.

The feet printed across the sand, washed away with each rough tide...
She knew that there was never a simple way to say goodbye.
So, when the Earth had finally made it's way to face the sun,
Each surge upon the coast was her farewell, forever sung.