Right! Now that’s dealt with
Let’s move on to the next issue
There must be another problem at hand
Don’t find me solutions I’ll understand
Solutions are final, leaving no room to grow
If I can not grow, I might as well go
Surely I’ll have no reason to stay
We’ve broken down barriers and bricks lie in ruins
The building blocks for new walls and tombs
Walls that close-in with a comforting crush
As I grow and they squash the pressure’s too much
If I won’t break then what’s holding me back
Surely I’ll have no reason to stay
What’s left to write home about when the ink has run dry?
Can conversations stay candid for such a long time?
We scrubbed through the grime and this filth of a skin
Exposing blood and bones and the worn heart within
If skin held in problems the bones can’t contain
Surely I’ll have no reason to stay
As time ticks by in a race to the end
The road will widen and straighten each bend
But every bump and miniature molehill
Seem harder to conquer when aiming for mountains
If molehills can’t stop me from getting away
Surely I’ll have no reason to stay
Reason to Stay
January 22, 2008Right! Now that’s dealt with
Let’s move on to the next issue
There must be another problem at hand
Don’t find me solutions I’ll understand
Solutions are final, leaving no room to grow
If I can not grow, I might as well go
Surely I’ll have no reason to stay
We’ve broken down barriers and bricks lie in ruins
The building blocks for new walls and tombs
Walls that close-in with a comforting crush
As I grow and they squash the pressure’s too much
If I won’t break then what’s holding me back
Surely I’ll have no reason to stay
What’s left to write home about when the ink has run dry?
Can conversations stay candid for such a long time?
We scrubbed through the grime and this filth of a skin
Exposing blood and bones and the worn heart within
If skin held in problems the bones can’t contain
Surely I’ll have no reason to stay
As time ticks by in a race to the end
The road will widen and straighten each bend
But every bump and miniature molehill
Seem harder to conquer when aiming for mountains
If molehills can’t stop me from getting away
Surely I’ll have no reason to stay
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Tags: Creative Writing, Paul Seele, Poetry
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