The Grind And Empty Promises

Published November 2, 2013 | Blessingsingratitude.com

 

Have you forgotten who you are child?

Did they get you to forget?

Did you climb inside your dusty cage?

Turn the key

Inside yourself?

Convince yourself

It’ll all be alright.

I’ll just push a little harder

I’ll just walk a little further

I’ll just say goodnight a little later.

But later never comes and now it’s 3am and I’m looking up at this broken clock

Into forever.

We’ve all traded our souls

For empty promises.

Empty mansions built on clouds illusions.

Hearses driven by teams of oxen

Driven by the court jester

Smiling behind his mask of glass.

It’s not really a mask

When your face is really made like that…

Twisted,

Smiling,

Grinning ear-to-ear.

Everyone’s clown

Dancing before the King.

Digging deep

For the last trick

Or treat.

Pulling rabbits out of hats.

Fly away birds.

Fly.

But who laughs the last laugh

When your empty laughter

Subsides

And the happiness

For everyone else’s pleasure

Fades?

And all that’s left inside

Is crackled carnival glass

And this dusty cage

You polish from the inside.

See it sparkle there.

Who else can see it?

When you hide your treasures from the world

And no one else can see the pain you hide…

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