Day in and day out.
where there's a way in,
there's a way out.
when secluded in a swamp of futility,
everything matters.
you eat the fruit, yet taste sterility,
and everyone scatters.
the torment you've fought,
lingers long in your thought.
claiming this is its spot,
this alone you can not stop.
but in retrospect, all is clear.
you are alone, but where from here?
which way to go, theres too much to fear.
beneath the consciousness,
transcending common sense.
you'll find these old foot prints.
and to whom does this path belong?
who tread in that matter, so long?
you trace the steps,
beautifully made.
almost none left,
but where they lay
you see familiar blood.
that which lit the way
day in and day out,
you look for something, and its still not found.
all along, you were looking for love.
all alone, the end of the path is where it lies.
the body of the broken,
and the knife through it's back.
the name remains unspoken;
we'll call him the love that you lacked.
he found a way in,
simplified your life;
you stumbled on the way out
slipped, but he took the fall,
right upon the knife. |
Submission Name: Day in, Day out...
