Flickers of light that fade away when I reach out to touch them.
I hear echoes of past memories behind each door,
but when I open each door I find an empty room filled with silence.
I can almost recall and then as soon as I open my mouth, it’s gone.
I’m tired and frustrated, I hate it.
It’s like my eyes open and see something so vivid and then shortly after, this “something” vanishes like a mirage you see in the desert when dehydrated for a few hours.
Questions occur and I know the right answer I just can’t recur,
to some this is “light”, nothing, soft, or easy, but for me it’s like I left my mind in the freezer,
my feet hurt, I think I’ve lost track of where I’m running.
Someone just put a cloth over the sun and now it’s dark outside,
I live in Toronto though,
so it’s not really dark, but it seems like darkness loves to loom around my heart.
Picture a framed page with strokes of paint across it’s face,
Strokes of pain stained, strokes of pure expression,
yet when you see it you’ll be guessing.
It’s so obvious, but you just don’t get it.
The art that this artist worked so hard on is thrown in the trash due to misunderstanding and lack of communication.
No matter how hard he tries to express how he feels, no one an decipher his work.
That framed page with strokes of paint across it’s face,
with strokes of pain that stained, and strokes of pure expression, all fade away and the artist is left feeling pathetic.
This is how I feel when i can’t remember the key aspects of things when I’m explaining something.
I feel like my mind became a hammer and smashed through the glass window that is my face and left it shattered in emptiness.
This is stupid.
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