bland mountain

i don’t have any news
to help you get through the day
because the night will be rough
more things will get in the way
like the problems in your head
making you stress about tomorrow
or the daunting lines of repetition
that will make you vile
fill you with a constant disdain
giving up the ghost of yesterday
to try and be someone else
will only be a temporary fix
to something bigger then yourself
with the empty truths you share
to the ugly liars you fight
giving up seems easier now
then taking a good look
under a new light
but even if you find yourself
alone, miles away
will the feeling be fleeting
or stay with you
for the rest of your days

there’s a new moon
casting over the treetops
keeping me up at night
while you wonder about others

is there any hope
that things will change
in the new light of dawn
that casts unfamiliar shadows

maybe with the daybreak
i’ll come to understand
what it is you take for granted
to help you better understand

with the winds out west
or the islands to the east
whatever causes the shakeup
to bring you back down

i don’t plan to leave
let failures fall aside
help you to regain
the hollow soul of man

the cost of redemption
is to ask yourself
why live for tomorrow
when today let you down

but to rise again
when the sun departs
well the moon and you
are more alike – then once thought

she hates poetry
it’s as simple as can be
unlike the painter who flaunts
every stroke is taught
with purpose and poise

gets annoyed when i play LPs
says the hums and pops
put her at unease
but those low-fi mp3s
are too tinny for me

tired of the picture books
that stack up on shelves
she hates fantasy and sci-fi
says it’s a disease
to escape from reality

always worried
when i come home beaten and bruised
just turn on the news
guys like me that try to take it easy
get laid out on parade

well i carry you around
everywhere i go
don’t keep you in my pocket
or wear you around my throat
no bands on my fingers
no ropes around my wrist
you might catch it in my eyes
but it’s not hard to miss
if you know where to look
an endeavoring pain
catching my love off guard
everywhere i go
well i carry you around

it doesn’t matter anymore
you can walk through that door
you can give up on yourself

used to be just you and me
as happy as could be
but what was it all for

doesn’t mean it didn’t matter
that our hearts went on to shatter
against the odds – we played on

now i’m just sitting here
looking in a broken mirror
reflecting on, reflecting on us

though time might be what changes
though we have less frequent exchanges
i’ll still be easy to find

i’m looking to the future
but man, i’m not sure
i’ve got what it takes to survive

left to my own devices
my worries and sacrifices
don’t know my next move

if i cut the corners too close
take too much and overdose
what will they think of me

let alone all my troubles
play for keeps and doubles
my worth just ain’t what it used to be

it’s not like i really struggle
things pile up, i start to juggle
till i get egg on my face

be that as it was
i did it all because
i loved you