The Most Difficult Paths
The most difficult paths intertwine between our curious wandering, furious musings, wounds oozing, scars refusing to remember, seeing stars this coming December, holding back fears what will they write of me? after my death I'd write my own epitaph, if I could but that wouldn't be right because in life the most difficult paths have an infinite essence it's my acquiescence that leaves him astounded what I had with him was probably obsession more than an expression six feet into depression we came here to learn, more than vagabond sojourn through life sensing our way through poetry despite this clever kind of sadness and madness our hopes wash away ebbing and flowing til we're back again the potency of my vocal hopelessness woefully opens me it's destiny to watch my heart and this callous spin on axis! it's no palace yet there's a balance ⚖️ in this lattice of complicated emotions like vines smothering my gift to write a path to this solemn last tear for him i gotta stop thinking of him i know there's more to life what did i give to him? all of my breath, all of my love but it wasn't enough was I a fake? he says once a cheater, I'll always be one but nobody's perfect but I can still breathe even without him I am actually alive again The most difficult paths intertwine between our curious wandering, furious musings, wounds oozing, scars refusing to remember, seeing stars and this coming December, holding back fears what will they write of me? after my death I'd write my own epitaph, if I could maybe this is it!
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The most difficult paths intertwine between our curious wandering, furious musings, wounds oozing, scars refusing to remember, seeing stars this coming December, holding back fears what will they write of me? after my death I'd write my own epitaph, if I could but that wouldn't be right because in life the most difficult paths have an infinite essence it's my acquiescence that leaves him astounded what I had with him was probably obsession more than an expression six feet into depression we came here to learn, more than vagabond sojourn through life sensing our way through poetry despite this clever kind of sadness and madness our hopes wash away ebbing and flowing til we're back again the potency of my vocal hopelessness woefully opens me it's destiny to watch my heart and this callous spin on axis! it's no palace yet there's a balance ⚖️ in this lattice of complicated emotions like vines smothering my gift to write a path to this solemn last tear for him i gotta stop thinking of him i know there's more to life what did i give to him? all of my breath, all of my love but it wasn't enough was I a fake? he says once a cheater, I'll always be one but nobody's perfect but I can still breathe even without him I am actually alive again The most difficult paths intertwine between our curious wandering, furious musings, wounds oozing, scars refusing to remember, seeing stars and this coming December, holding back fears what will they write of me? after my death I'd write my own epitaph, if I could maybe this is it!
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