I’ve been writing a lot lately. I guess I had a lot to say. I’ve never felt such powerful direction in my life until recently, putting out as many songs and tidbits of emotion, really letting myself flow. Letting myself feel— process those emotions. It’s a lot, but maybe this is what it’s like to feel alive. My sensitive soul is bleeding from such a workout. That just means I’ve been successful in my endeavors, doesn’t it. Here’s a little bit of those feelings, my heart to yours.

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Man Imaginary

Do you think they could be sad about me
Losing to the light
You think they would envelop me
Join ’em if I might

Know or not my pilot light
Pointing to the fog
Silence to my Saturdays
Lying like a dog

Am I a man if I don’t want to start
Or am I just a man imaginary
‘Cause if I can I know I’m falling apart
I’ll never grab it with both hands

Holding hands with empathy
Walk through broken glass
Looking through the memories
Swore to let them last

Not some shot-up gallery
It’s what we couldn’t hide
I thought we found a haven here
I can’t believe I lied

Am I a man if I don’t want to start
Is my love stuck and sedentary
How do I separate myself from my art
Am I a rhythm when my music collapsed

I’m sick and sorry making music a crime
It stole away my future, I know
If there’s a spell I used for stopping my time
Make me wish I never knew her

A family without you is
Nothing but a name
I’d write a song about you, but
All I know is shame

Left my love to flame when I
Up and walked away
Shook myself from blame but I
Promised you I’d stay

Promised you I’d stay

Promised you I’d stay

Hope you’ll be okay


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