Bent Words

Bent Words

March 07, 2006

and how about those winding roads
that lead to nowhere I've been told
emboldened blues and often gray
I follow them
and miss their sway

the saddened face we once shared
how mystery lingered in the heavy air
the taunting cliffs of sanity
and how I fell
so far away from purity

completely caught and so remiss
still stumbling through all of this
to comprehend one real good bye
as though letting go
allows the love to die

this space in which all right and wrong
found a place they don't belong
perhaps I'll have to leave it now
with reluctant tones
and a gentle bow

but how about these winding roads
that bring new stories to be told
an entire world yet to see
what is the future
draped in memory

Written at 10:18 a.m.