Questions

2009

Why is want so easily confused with the definition of need,
to the point where you feel like you need a metaphoric pill to cure.
Things in life that fill the void of that puzzle piece
the things that you feel will complete, yet the other half is unsure.

The substance that heals and tears apart the feelings never satisfy
we all know this for we have all been there and lost
everyone tries to pass the finish line with a strand of gold
allot of us do, yet for some reason that gold has turned to frost

Something that sticks, but for some reason should melt
it stays for good, yet it's uncomfortable feelings that feel real
they stick to the mind like unneeded band aids,
take them off and it just seems like they'd heal

You can always go on living thinking things will just happen the right way
it's not simple like that ever, can the answer have a price like $7.99.
sleep brings restlessness, being awake brings up too many questions
God tells the heart the truth, but it's hard to always pick out the right sign

A raindrop on the forehead can clear the mind, like a lion can tame a man
everyone has an oasis within ones soul, usually to never be told
water and water can go together, but when fire tries to intervene, it dries
 the human organs are delicate, and the heart gets tired of being sold

A snake can be wrapped around ones neck many times over and over
the forbidden fruit has already rotted in one too many throats
each sunset is original, yet not every cloud can be seen by all eyes
all seeing souls have a different view of life, like the water with passing boats

The stars in one eye can twinkle on forever if it's the right eye you're looking at
bread is meant for wine, but that's not the story everyone learns
soul and mate are different words, is it often that they go together
minds think differently upon one another, that could be why the world turns

sometimes weight upon my shoulders crushes down upon my mind
the heart takes a thrust upon the eyes that refuse to see water
closeness can cure, but isn't always the pit of the chosen fruit
i sit there pondering and hoping, my stool begins to teeter-totter

I've been going through the motions, and questioning the questions
yet i don't think I've been asking the right ones, or the ones i need to know
the string has been unraveled, the end has yet to come
i know that within life i have yet many questions and many strings to sew

were it ends, it doesn't, only God can take us to that frightening tunnel,
no one is really willing to face, when it shuts the light off unexpectedly
darkness is comforting only for a second, the light blinds when we're not ready
when we think the tree is growing, sometimes it's drowning, sadly

It takes time to find where the cactus grows, there you will find your thirst
the caves cover the hidden hunger for lust, and become our drought
painted on canvases the wonders of our world, soil, water and sky.
We live in beautiful colors, within our own minds we are sometimes without

We understand what needs to happen in order to keep control of peace
friendship can last longer than you know when you try as hard as you can
it's never easy to leave a feeling you've thought of for so long
we'll see if these feelings have a strong enough gust to twirl back through the fan.