Importance swept away by little strings asking to be pulled
Time for chasing dead ends tired when you return
Cast away notifications of your name being called
Common paths taken without thought or deviation
Placing you in with the ordinary or maybe requests are too plenty
We expect great things from wrong directions
Rewarded with dissatisfaction and brand new questions
Fear of needs being unmet and not cared for
Right keys yet still locked doors
Silence as invisible rain pours over troubled heads in bed.
You think it’s a joke but you’ve been told and it’s always brushed off as a inconvenient request from a confused heart, but where should I start?
If I can’t come to you, or maybe I’m in error, shouldn’t care about things I do, being set up by my desires, trying to see if you are cruel, or if I’m a fool, maybe neither one is true, it’s all glue at this time.
Stuck, stuck, stuck, in my mind.
Oh the sea and its waves never cave they always taunt the shore
Some days it’s all too much to look after, too much to witness while I’m trembling
What if I’m off thinking off rails in slow motion until fade to black
Fear of needs being unmet.