Working Backwards

I am reverse engineering this life.

I know what I want,

I’m just trying to get there.

Piece by piece, I fit in,

with the illusion

of purposeful action.

Just stick to the scripture

and I will be fine.

 

Only the best of intentions

pave that shiny road

and down we go.

Constant over affection

just deadens the blow,

that one that takes me down.

I bet you didn’t see

that one coming

did you, now?

 

Flat on my back,

I don’t know how I got

so far off track.

Some temptress came

and pulled me off my cloud.

I thought I was a angel,

but like so much,

my holy was stolen;

like every word,

like all that is golden.

The choice is a lie,

you’re holding it open

to interpretation,

a quiet vacation,

from where we move on.

 

This is the problem

with working backwards.

Working the problem,

thinking I know

where it will end.

It never goes

where I want it;

like a window

to my madness,

to destruction.

Behind

now lies ahead.

 

So, I sit here,

with my false bravado,

trying to get there

by pretending I know what to do.

In an endless cycle

of trial and utter failure;

my only success was you.

So futile and so few.


Crawling from the grave,

to the cradle.

Soaring from the sky,

back to the ground.

I bet you never saw

this new beginning coming,

I’m coming back around.

 

Tongue tied

and fingers broken,

I’m gonna tell you how,

somehow;

to get from here back to the clouds.

 

HG – 2017

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