waves - haven
Something told me I was staying up too much
Craving silences that could poison my blood
Hasn't this always been just talk
Faded writings on the wall
Memories have always played in the back of
The mind of those who love to live in spite of
Having a better place to go
Than suffering the real world
And there I go, up the golden Road
Collecting bits of precious gravel
I follow the traces of the days
I remember being genuinely unafraid
I remember crashing through the waves
Like they were made for me
To make me stay
Something told me I was being too ignorant
Living life like it was based on movies and
Little did I know it was an escape
In itself, but it's too late
Because there I go, up the golden Road
Collecting bits of precious gravel
I follow the traces of the days
I remember being genuinely unafraid
I remember crashing through the waves
Like they were made for me
To make me stay
I confess I tend to turn down sounds I don't like
I confess I tend to overly practice my lies
I confess I like to lay low in the hopes someone might find me
I confess I've had a block in my mind
I confess I didn't know what to write
I confess I fought too hard for inspiration
I confess I'm finding it hard to maintain it
So I follow the traces of the days
I remember when I was proud to be afraid
I remember writing about the waves
That saved my life in so many different ways
Like they were made for me
To make me stay.
-Neha Bhende
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