Waking up to the crisp air of morning,
Putting your feet to the cold stone floor,
Walking into the kitchen,
And starting another fire in the fireplace.
This is what I live for.
This is where I belong,
But that is not where I am.
I am nowhere near that.
All I have is this body,
Not the past,
Just the future.
I have feet,
But not shoes,
I have dreams,
But no way of reaching them.
I have a road,
But no car.
I have hopes,
But no motivation.
I have a life,
But I don’t know where to go.
I have this life,
But I don’t know what to do,
I have my heart,
But I don’t know what it tells me.
I have paper,
But no pen.
I have a book,
But nothing but blank pages.
I have a candle,
With no match.
I have a necklace,
With no stone, or beads.
I have a finger,
But no ring to put upon it.
I can smile,
But it doesn’t make me happy.
I have love,
But no one to love.
I have a hope,
But it just won’t come true.
I have some thread,
But no needle to thread it through.
It is raining,
But I have no shelter.
I have hope,
But I have no way of getting there.
I fall asleep,
But I do not dream.
I awake,
With no one by my side.
I have fears,
And no way of escaping them.
I have a wound,
A wound upon my heart,
Because you tore me apart.
And now I have no needle,
No thread,
and no way to heal this wound.
I have a sword,
But no shield.
I have motivation,
But no path to move forward.
I have hope,
But still,
I have no way to find it,
I have a bit of everything,
But still,
None of it will heal this sting.
I have feelings,
But still I am numb.
I have a past,
A past in which is fading so fast. |
