Standing tall and proud, yet weak inside our hearts and minds we speak against ourselves. Under spells we charge a toll, a ring-a-bell , pretending-to-be. Well, toss a dime down that ditch and find a reason to pitch and keep moving on, explaining that song that plays when even you have stopped. I got lost for a second standing up. Standing down I let myself get carried away. Thinking games would not be played.
Thinking that trust acquired would last. Thinking sharing, caring cast would move from shadow and into sun, would mean I no longer needed to run. It was wishful thinking and once you know, ain't no cushioning to soften the blow. Still can't stop wishing that we would grow. Still can't stop looking for proof, in a glow. Copyright © 2019 La LEURENTOP