Road

It all happened
With the blink of my left eye.
Now when I think of you
All it does is cry.
As you go walking back
To a sinking ship.
It seems to matter
but something doesn’t fit.

We’ll meet again
Down the road some day.
You don’t want to hear it
But it’s on its’ way.
I don’t mean to hurt you
with what I say.
But I’m missing you today.

The cloaks and daggers
Feed themselves behind our backs.
Hurting us who hurt the most
And they know that.
Their phony self esteem
They hide with control.
They know that we know
Of their shallow souls.

We know the truth
So stay true to ourselves.
And watch the circus
From high on the shelf.
The fear will run around
But won’t show.
Stay right here
Where only we know.

We’ll meet again
Down the road some day.
You don’t want to hear it
But it’s on its’ way.
I don’t mean to hurt you
with what I say.
But I’m missing you today.