These are the things that we carry
Until time makes us let them go.
These are the things we hold onto
Because this is what life's let us know.
These are our burdens to bury
Until rage grows too fat for our skin;
And these are the ways
We break down to our knees
To gather what once stayed within

Mom does the crying while
Dad does the breaking while
Boys do the lying and
Girls do the faking, it's
Just like the movies, it's
Just like the songs we
Never put out names in but
Still sang along..
And money is lacking and
Time's running out as
We rise to the races and
Swallow the doubt, saying:
"I know much better, won't happen to me!"
It's amazing what blindness will
Lead us to see.

These are the things that must matter
Because they keep returning again.
These are the vain misconceptions
We hope will be right in the end.
These are the things we attain to
Expending our last energies;
Hanging onto those seconds
Of love, lust and learning...
Redigesting our best memories.

The waves do their crashing as
Each sun falls down, lighting
Constant contrast between
The sky and ground, with
Our toes in the sand and
Our eyes to the stars, saying:
"How did we get here? It all seems so far..."
And did this desperate planet
Allow us to sing or
Were we disconnected by
All of these things
All of these things
All of these things that we know...

These are the things we must look at:
An old couple walks, hand in hand.
These are the things to remember:
What heavy rain does for the land.
These are the things to grasp onto:
Conversations between two wallflowers...
Taking one step away from the struggle
And transforming those seconds to hours.

nice

Awesome write...