Dreams and Duties
How simple is it really? To hold onto a painful flower?
Each time I look it devours my happiness, staring me in the face and questioning its memorable beauty,
Everyone craves that beauty but do I as well?
Grasp too tightly to the stem of crimson petals and you get fast dreams with painful consequences,
Grasp too slowly however comes with slow dreams- waisted time- and a consequental reward.
How quickly shall I touch the petals and swoon in that everlasting bliss?
Shall I steal a few sins before I go in and touch the velvet ovals?
Time is too short and too persistant like a crying babe, unsure of when to be held or to be ignored.
I wish for seeds to be planted as I hold onto those desired duties but shall I plant before sowing?
Dear God! What kind of reaper am I? To wish upon a crop which hasn't bloomed! How naive and selfish I was, how damned and unsure I am!
How simple is it really? To hold onto a painful flower?
Each time I look it devours my happiness, staring me in the face and questioning its memorable beauty,
Everyone craves that beauty but do I as well?
Grasp too tightly to the stem of crimson petals and you get fast dreams with painful consequences,
Grasp too slowly however comes with slow dreams- waisted time- and a consequental reward.
How quickly shall I touch the petals and swoon in that everlasting bliss?
Shall I steal a few sins before I go in and touch the velvet ovals?
Time is too short and too persistant like a crying babe, unsure of when to be held or to be ignored.
I wish for seeds to be planted as I hold onto those desired duties but shall I plant before sowing?
Dear God! What kind of reaper am I? To wish upon a crop which hasn't bloomed! How naive and selfish I was, how damned and unsure I am!
