Point

roller coasters, but simple
walking back and forth in a mind
searching for the reason
my treason hanging darkly
a has-been, i suppose
parking meters, crying eyes
taking down the time till it's all cut off
drip-drop-tick-tock
why

i've been a blind fool before
taking, testing, waters of fooled
unthinking
but not this

it was reflexive, a simple phrase
but it snowballed and not unfixable,
shattered past the point
someone could be screaming and i couldn't hear them
oversimplified to wake up
to feel alright
to know that, hey it's all fixed
to realize that i could have been happier

but now, this trust i set into a stranger
this mediocre wall of i can'ts and hidden wants
it hid too well and now

now i suppose it's done

turning back time isn't something that happens here
no matter how hard we wish it could
that's a thing of storybooks we outgrew
that's not the sighs of weeping girls in the nighttime
that's just bare reality

(c) 2013