Passing By

These darkened clouds will surely come to pass

But I still feel like I’m running out of gas

I can understand how things end up in the gutter

When you’re bogged down and beat up by emotional clutter

She’s breaking my heart, but doing it so sweetly

Not like a few others who’ve done so indiscreetly

Funked up beyond all recognition from your constant attacks

No longer moving, like a train stopped dead on the tracks

Woke up hung over, and then started writing

But couldn’t see what my eyes were fighting

They wanted to stay closed, afraid of what they’d find

Fearing they’d be a door to let you back into my mind

One of those days where I wanna run; jump; fly away

But I just keep holding my tongue like I’ve got nothing to say

Wanna rip up the earth, and shake up the ground

And then just start swinging at everything I’ve found

She’s still holding on to being withholding and defiant

Love for all the little people, but none for the giant

By chance, an oddly longed for interaction

With a distant and not so faded love attraction

Now just a friend of a friend, of sorts

But not enough time invested to make us cohorts

Single in the singular, plural in them

Turned on by being turned off, but turned down again

I’m willing to wait, but I’m losing stability

And I’ll count on you again after I finish counting to infinity

Goldilocks bears no grudges, but gets a little red riding through those woods

She found her sweet spot but it didn’t last like it should

I’m ready whenever you are, but I know you’ll never be

I’m there whenever you are, but still you choose not to see

My double take will never take, and you mistook the unmistakable

That regardless of knowing where I’m going, I know my love is capable

I can write it all up, and hide it all beneath subtlety

But the moment it needs to be real, I can’t make them see

Walked a mile in your shoes, just to wear out my feet

Then walked one thousand more in the hopes we’d meet

They pass me, dismiss me, and ultimately are

In a distant solar system passing by on shooting star

Reality becomes a dream, and the dream finally becomes something

Just praying for anything, but making peace with nothing

Overanalyze and underestimate the straight and narrow

Double up on the dogs for those places we dare not go

Truth be told I’ve been crushed for a while

And the pressure keeps increasing every time I see you smile

Let’s go to a show, making sure we’re back in time to wake up

And when it’s all just a dream, I wish my conscious would shut up

I walk along now, knowing that something’s askew:

An almost perfect day, except it’s completely missing you…