After you have given all you have,
after the tears that began
as hysterical laughter,
after you find what you sought,
what you were after
was beside you at the start;
what is left to give?...
The heart has many stories to be told,
wrinkles set in time
as the memories unfold
that bring you back the Lost Flower of Youth
when the Power of Truth
was all we needed...
The Lines of Life unravel
as you travel down your road
amongst the favored and the rabble
Who decides,
who bangs that gavel?
When did i give you authority
over the only thing i have;
My time, my space, my life?
About all else you can decide,
call it stubborness or pride,
but i will choose my own footsteps...
06-13-10
after the tears that began
as hysterical laughter,
after you find what you sought,
what you were after
was beside you at the start;
what is left to give?...
The heart has many stories to be told,
wrinkles set in time
as the memories unfold
that bring you back the Lost Flower of Youth
when the Power of Truth
was all we needed...
The Lines of Life unravel
as you travel down your road
amongst the favored and the rabble
Who decides,
who bangs that gavel?
When did i give you authority
over the only thing i have;
My time, my space, my life?
About all else you can decide,
call it stubborness or pride,
but i will choose my own footsteps...
06-13-10
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