Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Hold On.


Time swirls around me
confusion built brick by brick
then vanishing at the touch of my fingertips

Sometimes the world
feels like a box that I am trapped in
I can't move for these walls are pressing ever closer

The gray sky threatens to pour
my hopes and dreams float away in a river
I try to stand but I end up crawling

When the easiest thing to do is to let go
that's when I know I have to hold on the tightest
so I never lose this feeling