The realization sinks in gnawing unceremoniously from the core of the emptied
All this while hope-filled fibs and fantasy laden hallucinations veiled my worrisome mind from reality
Riding in your shadows, desperately hanging on to your coat-tails
They are long by the way, a never-ending stretch that I couldn’t get to the head of it, fiercely protesting my grip
Melodies have left leaving an untouched guitar hollow from the dearth of crafting
Instant uplifting riffs of “Here Comes the Sun” fail to inspire replication with the departure of the two
I know who is, was and will be, all at once a debilitating fear of vulnerability weaves its encumbered self into the symptomatic churning attacks
Stalemate of a prolonged fight resigned, that the stasis may never be achieved
It doesn’t matter for the flight is long and the destination may change, there’ll still be uncontrolled turbulence along the way
I’ll take it when it comes or never does…
That’s the way this wheel keeps turning now
You can’t love too much one part of
You can’t love too much one part of
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