Waiting
Song as it stands right now:
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Am I waiting on the wrong thing?
Should I even raise my hand this time
At this desk of life?
For they might notice me, or call on me
And that’s all I don’t need: all eyes on me.
Or should I stand without thinking
Think without guessing, or
Guess all the answers are C
Though it all seems to be weighed against me?
And as the deer pants for water, but find it’s all run dry
Should I raise my head to the clouds and scream rain from the sky?
Or should I pray without hoping, hope without waiting
Wait with no pressure on me to be more than an oh so thirsty me?
(Well I) Lost hope, yet hope remains with me:
She seems to haunt my every empty stream.
She tells me the answers will fall like rain
And it’ll all make sense one day (maybe)
But when the mountains haven’t moved
Then it’s all assumed that they’re waiting on me
As if my words will be that last straw which brings Atlas to his knees.
Is my breath like butterflies who with their wings
Could send storm clouds to our lives when they take flight?
But what’s hope when ghosts remain with me
And I’m standing on this bank and can see everything?
Should I throw it up again, should I cast it on the wind
Or bend to the silence?
Am I disconnected, my words arrested and falling down
Before they ever reach the heavens, not to mention the clouds
that seem full to me, but this ground beneath my feet is mocking me
It says ask and receive as if it were all that easy.
Fuck hope, though hope remains by me.
she seems to masquerade as my enemy
But she calmly grabs my hand, and she stands me up again
So at least I’m on my feet while I’m waiting
~MEH
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Sample of music, from a bit ago. Has changed, but I’ve got too much going on right now to record it proper.
http://greyparty.net/2008/04/11/new-computer-new-music/
Thanks Smalls
http://greyparty.net/2008/05/24/and-now-read-it-again/
shit . . .
amen