Or a memento for a heart alone?
Can you bring it up to your despair? Caught within your rage, drowning in your stench.
Is it memories that fuel your mind or possibilities wasted in time.
Yet you couldn’t give it when the time was ripe, you had your move and you let it drown.
Well so long…
Well so long.
And at my side I thought I had you, holding me together.
And at my side I thought I had you, keeping me from breaking.
Yet when the time was ripe you only pulled away.
Well so long.
Did I push away too hard, when I wanted you closer?
Did I pull you closer, when there wasn’t any hope left?
Chances have been many, yet options not so much. You had the ball, and let it roll. You had the space but wanted more.
You can no longer give, what you find broken and scattered.
You can dream again.
You can smile and wave.
Well so long. Do it.
Well so long. Do it.
Screw them all around you, they matter close to none.
Take it all for yourself, now that you got the chance.
And get ready to give it now you know you have it… when the time is ripe.
Because even if the times roll back… you know it would be wasting it. Throwing it for the swine.
Yet sometimes, we all miss straggling in the mud.
Well so long, bring it.
Well so long, I’m gone.
kamotkreator
