
I Might Be Moving On...
...written on 2006-07-08, @ 12:48 a.m.
i'm worth more than you could ever hope for
but i wouldn't know if i continued to listen to you
go on with your pathetic sob stories
I dont need to rely on you any longer.
I dont want to be tied down any longer
I want rebirth..
I want to be this moth on my computer screen...
This moth is my sign...
So many things in my life have changed...
This moth and I are two opposite extremes...
My existance as unstable as a stream,
Changing every which way...
But this moth is like a piece of stone
Changing not at all..
So I touch it with my fingertip,
And the beautiful moth falls to ashes..
Without even a moment that I can see it crumbling
And I feel as if I have stepped into the eye of a storm
Now I understand...
This thing in my dreams...
The stale air is washing away
The past is gone
I have moved here and nothing I can do will change that
For the past few months, I've been dead
And John...
Yes.. he is gone...
But I'm not gone! I'm here...
I feel as though I've turned around
To look in a different direction
So That no longer I face backward towards the past
But forward towards the future
Now...
What will my future be?
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