It seems that all the ghosts are coming out for a haunting…
The chaos is creating pressure
testing us for what we stand for
and we are crumbling;
I am running
you are pushing
and it feels like everyone else is just laughing.
We are both stranger than truth
but we seem not to care;
no effort to hang on.
We used to be romantics and dreamers…
When did we make love a consolation prize?
I’ll be flying over this great country soon
not knowing where I’ll be going
preferring to remain ignorant about some things.
I know another adventure is beginning
and I wish you were going
because somewhere over the past year
we both offered up our selfishness for unity
combining our energy to experience life rather than society;
to climb low and fall high and fly right beside God’s endless land.
I have seen my dreams and I miss making them real;
they become a burden when held in only two arms
and I suppose that is why we live…
but how sweet it would have been
if you were willing to trust
and stuck by me
along side me
and chose life over labor.