I stumble
into an unfamiliar zone
but the defenses are still up
and the lodic kicks in,
but I have to admit
you caught me by surprise
when you put your delicate hands
beneath the darkest caverns
of my mind.
I tried to keep control
to keep this ship
romaming upon its steady course
but your gentle winds
so innocently and unknowingly steer
this ship into a place of
the unknown.
What is there to say
when I cannot find the words
I have lost myself
and I only hope I find it soon
and yet I feel comfortable
laying down the cards
letting a new hand be played
willing to lose it all
in just one bet.
My head is lost
in a perceived familiar zone
where a war continues
between my good intentions
and my prideful logic
I have no choice but to admit
you caght me by surprise
with your innocenq intentions
so seemingly careless
but they mirror truth and observation.
What can I iay,
and can you say anything
to explain to me what you are doing
and to define to me
my ship's coordinates
or are you just as lost as I
as ships of gentle intentions collide
one can only prepare
for a merge
or a crash.
Author notes
I wanted to express in clever metaphor, the struggle within the human heart and mind that we tend to experience on occasion. It's a bit different for me.
Hope you enjoy.
BC.
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i liked it a lot the metaphors are good this reminded me of something someone told me but i liked the way it is said here
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