‘Second Skin’
The past is a skeleton,
carved in clay, in time constructed,
Only to fall away.
I buried old scars, over these miles,
that your words had laid.
Spoke in silence,
While I watched the world decay.
Was it the symptom,
Or the cure?
Did these feelings condemn you,
Or control.
Finding fault,
Only leads to blame.
A collision course of the mind,
Built high enough to feel no pain.
I will begin again.
I will free this skin.
The past is a skeleton,
carved in clay, in time constructed,
Only to fall away.
I buried old scars, over these miles,
that your words had laid.
Spoke in silence,
While I watched the world decay.
Was it the symptom,
Or the cure?
Did these feelings condemn you,
Or control.
Everything you bought and sold.
A cage we made,
To confine ourselves.
Finding fault,
Only leads to blame.
A collision course of the mind,
Built high enough, to feel no pain.
Was it the symptom,
Or the cure?
Did these feelings condemn you,
Or control.
‘Samsara’
-instrumental-
‘The Hurt and The Harm’
Buried inside,
Beneath a watchful eye.
Tonight, your words come flooding back,
Like a rising tide.
You,
Always taught me,
That even when I touched the stars
the race was never won.
For the hurt and the harm,
Sees the past,
As a way to dismiss
All that we have done.
Sometimes the walls we build to heal,
Are to high to leap from.
But the hurt and the harm,
Seems to carry us along.
