SlipLive

sitting in the silence
standing in the pain
i cannot cry for myself
so i just let the rain

it gets too hard to think sometimes
with my head up in the clouds
so i just let the winter wind
say what i can't outloud

perhaps it's just because of how
my heart falls through the floor
each and every time i hear
songs sung by nathan moore

or maybe it's just the way i get
when those dear seem to forget
they're there for me each day and night
to hold me near, far from my fright

it seems there are so many things
i can't, though wish to say
instead i write this shitty poem
while feeling envy of the clay

envy of the clay?

you only have one life
to express yourself truly
before your sand runs out
and disappears into stars

I don't buy that nonsense

nonsense it may be
but in nonsense
we are laid bare.

an ego scraping if
there ever was one.

thanks for understanding
what i was saying nonsense, eh?

we all need an ego scraping from time to time.
it keeps the soul and senses refreshed.

i just think we should stop being so afraid of expressing ourselves to the ones we need to. instead we tell everyone else but the ones involved, afraid of being stripped down raw. only, if we wait until the ?next life?, who knows, we might forget and it will be too late once again.