optimism and pessimism all wrapped in giddy joy at the creation of a new life
|An insane shell of my former self
These tears are not for free as they leak from me.
Flowed out the eye window and slowly down the street.
There are no twinkling stars to comfort me as I weep.
At night, I lie still as in a coffin, I never sleep.
I can't scrub or wash away the fear and blame.
Too long, I played a fool with no clue, this shame game.
The luminescent moon can't spin and I can't say why.
I'd cry, but my grainy eyes are dry, I wonder why I try.
The promise of tomorrow will bring its own reward.
The sun shines hot and I'm cold when I'm bored.
I'm left an insane shell of my former self.
Too weak, but far too strong to beg for help.
The persistence of life roils between plenty and strife.
In spite of its perpetual demise, it spawns another life.
Life never ceases to be amazing me.
Now, pry open my eyes, I'm in love, I'm crazy.