Effort

The world is filled with people trying
And people living, and people dying
The world is filled with worlds colliding
People selling, people buying
The world is filled with wheels still turning
Past people with their houses burning
Through all despair and endless yearning
Over each and every threat unnerving
Whether afraid, whether unswerving
The world is filled with people trying
And people falling, people rising
Who am I to keep denying
That I can do no different?

Windows

How can I explain
That all that came so easy
Everything that should be
Came to be so hard
I know the fault is mine
As if that should make it fine
As if acknowledgement can make a problem disappear
But no, it never does
And no solutions light like doves
On the edges of the windows which I never seem to open
Yet always go to as a token
Of all the things I hope and fear.

Note

I would like to apologize for my recent neglect. I know, it’s hardly a new thing for me to randomly retreat and vanish for days or weeks on end — it’s become a habit of mine, and I don’t just mean with blogging. In this case, though, the cause was an external one, and I can therefore apologize without being a total hypocrite. I will not promise the sudden and inexplicable turning over of a new leaf, lest my previous point be proven moot; but I do hope to catch up with you all.

Optimism

Did it come to me in ember dreams
Or by the winds that swept worries
Out to shores of distant isles
To linger long and turn to smiles

Or did it come, at last, by sea
And by ship bring me memory
Of someone that I once had been
And that I so long to be again

However it thus came my way
I hope it might be here to stay
For if it can bear my company
What can I bear, but anything?

Something Beautiful

I am trying to find the words
To tell you that you’re beautiful;
I am trying to find the words,
But the words, they will not stay.

Somewhere in this world,
You’ll realize that you’re beautiful;
Somewhere in this world
Is a place for you to stay.

Someone in this world
Can see that you are beautiful;
And that someone in this world
Hopes for you to stay.

Rhythm

There was a rhythm to the world
That I can no longer hear
Just the wild, frantic beating
Of a heart gone mad with fear
Now I’m keeping time by heartbeats
And wishing that the world was near
For when I could hear it sing
I could believe in something pure.