you speak as if defeated
and reminiscent of hopelessness
as you phrase longing on the terms of what you're heartsick for
and I've got advice easier to give than hear
when hindsight hopefuls sell wisdom on the premise of experience
and all you've got left is the will to believe in a light you can't see
in the midst of the shadows that keep you company
and I was you but I wont live in a sorrow blind to the blessing
contending with the weight of the past
find something to be thankful for
before you lose vision for the obstruction
the illusion of misery
how boasts the darkness when in seconds we burn out the shade?
and color still finds a way to shine through gray clouds
are you so overcast you're lost for the promise of the sun?
as if night could outlast the dawn and rob the horizon of a new day
and I'm preaching to the choir
that sings a familiar tragedy
when we squander potential getting hung up on a moment
in the end what is truly past and what is present
when our today's are tomorrows yesterdays
and our days are numbered and expiring as we bleed into eternity
what is time and legacy but a glory that fades with us
and the only lasting beauty is our home beyond a last breath...