A nearly broken mission, no longer spoken, only listen.
The ambition was tough, but after so long crumbles into silent love.
An elegant pattern beyond my mind,
just in the outskirts from which I am confined.
Our connection between this collective sentient being
It can never die, but it needs both ends to be alive.
If I don’t fight to create some fire
I might just lose you in grey matter
Forgotten and broken, still unspoken
More than just words that hold these emotions.
I know I’m not alone,
but I don’t know where to go when the silence gets so cold
How do I see when the darkness is so bold
The light inside is so bright, it’s blinding
And each new moment is so defining?
But it all comes back to that concept of letting go
Saying goodbye so they may free their soul.
Allowing the wind to sing their song
Let your wounds cry as they sing along,
or a Cold hard lump, holding on, cause you just don’t know.
Anxiety building like resin, it takes form and it grows.
A sickness inside, creation of mind, blind and obscured.
If space and time and heart and mind are not aligned
Then death will be the only cure.
But I’ll pray for another way.
-Cooper Bills