The flesh is willing, but my spirit is weak
Though I strengthen fortitude with spirits and rye
Grinning rye optimism through gritted teeth and pain
Peering into the pane of my soul through my eyes as I utter “good as I can be”
Utter despair isn’t agony until twilight, realizing I’ve failed another day
Looking back in my twilight to the unrealized promises of my youthful spring
Always waiting to spring into action, but potential never realized
Until one day I realized there is such a thing as too late.
With such consternation and vulnerable exposure
Not even the photograph exposures of the past can salve this weeping wound
As I weep deeply into the down pillow we owned I refuse to scrap
Somehow the dog’s scraps seem to have a better lot in life than I …show more content…
I’ve filled trunks with shitty prose coming to grips with what I am today
Gripping my life like an unskilled fencer holds his foil
Each day foiled by the traps and turmoil of my mind
Told daily to toughen up and not mind the howling winds of my past.
A veritable prodigy passed by those taught the virtue of work
Ashamed that the virtue of my youth was wasted on skills untranslatable to today
I only hope my youth isn’t burdened and bridled by my shame
I hope she never hears "it’s a shame she turned out like her father."
At least father time has taught me, that’s what I got
Though I strengthen fortitude with spirits and rye
Grinning rye optimism through gritted teeth and pain
Peering into the pane of my soul through my eyes as I utter “good as I can be”
Utter despair isn’t agony until twilight, realizing I’ve failed another day
Looking back in my twilight to the unrealized promises of my youthful spring
Always waiting to spring into action, but potential never realized
Until one day I realized there is such a thing as too late.
With such consternation and vulnerable exposure
Not even the photograph exposures of the past can salve this weeping wound
As I weep deeply into the down pillow we owned I refuse to scrap
Somehow the dog’s scraps seem to have a better lot in life than I …show more content…
I’ve filled trunks with shitty prose coming to grips with what I am today
Gripping my life like an unskilled fencer holds his foil
Each day foiled by the traps and turmoil of my mind
Told daily to toughen up and not mind the howling winds of my past.
A veritable prodigy passed by those taught the virtue of work
Ashamed that the virtue of my youth was wasted on skills untranslatable to today
I only hope my youth isn’t burdened and bridled by my shame
I hope she never hears "it’s a shame she turned out like her father."
At least father time has taught me, that’s what I got