My winter of discontent
It’s not much fun to be out here, and to be this far
To exist on the outlying fragile fringes of this winter…
Trapped inside a world turned over, fractured and bent
But I’ll still remain the same…
Stubborn to the last, in my own shape and way
Do you know what its like?
To feel so detached from yourself, and everything that makes up this life you lead?
Everything is covered in lies, half-truths, tall-tales and things of that nature
And you have only one salvation, one chance to be carried home
One opportunity to reach your hand out, swallowing you’re pride in one monumental gesture
One life changing declaration, meant to rescue you from beyond the edge of your own imperfect soul
The waves come quickly, I know…
Just breathe, and swim through
Hold on, and take a moment to read the sign
That sign that reads: Never come back here, you just don’t fit in
Take these words to heart…
Because this past trip pushed you
And you won’t survive if you come by this way again
So then, there’s to far…
And there is close enough
In the middle of this winter of discontent…
I came close enough to too far
