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For the ones lost by the wayside and the ones who left them there |
Lost in Translation I got lost in translation, some pieces, they were missed Ideas out my station, ... items off the list Trains of thought derailed, unconveyed and losing track Pains spent when they failed, frustrations where we lack Twisting to a prison, that should've felt like home; such facets in this prism, they turn for me alone Spinning slowly, strident, such daylight left denied An sos ran silent, in our way, we know we tried to stem a tide, with less done, an endless ebb and flow Afraid to ask the questions, to let the interest show to ones lost by the wayside, Who should've been picked up The places where our hearts lied, The spaces minds corrupt Places they will never be, the ground they occupy The spaces we will never see, despite how hard we try Isolated, out of touch, such truths our lies belie When something matters far too much, it's hard to reason why Why such things still hold their thrall, regardless of lapsed time We give our best, we give our all, sometimes its hard to shine Playing safely in the light, spines craven, pages turn Selling pictures, black and white ... just let the colours burn Let the flag fly loud and free, at mercies of stray winds; a wild, feral want to flee, left vulnerable in sins Imagined in a mindscape, raw, unprocessed, to ourselves; with merchandise recalled, found flawed, 'midst good stock left on shelves with spirits found and souls remade, found anxious in a crowd Procrastinated acts, delayed, played far too safe, too proud Lost amidst the ether... left, abandoned out on sleeves When I see her... lost, bereft, such confidence, it leaves Stilted conversation drawn, tilted for the day Filtered from a past, stillborn, jilted, guant and grey One way conversations, dreamed, with messages unsent; Imagined altercations, gleaned, we wonder where they went or if we ever had them, held, ... ever truly there? Narcissistic habits felled, rounds lonely... solitaire A show of hands, of patience, key, too much at times, it seems; a penchant for complacency, a tendency to dream of fantasies on high, above, a glowing, flowing fount Running from the things we love, and loathe in equal counts Left wary of the limelight's cost, with lives unlived, for rent; hearts and souls in hindsight, lost, with chances missed, mispent Buried with the best ones, tasked, set harder to define; 'midst open ended questions, asked, 'midst silence on the line Hanging white, a valanced noise, in static 'tween the points Vacuums lacking balance, poise, spaces, time annoints Bathed in solemn vagueness, blessed, such clarity is lost Inactions set to plague us, test, in hindsight, hides the cost Paved roads to hell, unmentioned, drove anxiously, we stray; a maze of best intentions, just packaged the wrong way A message ran discordant, with excess baggage stowed; whilst something quite important, gets lost within the code Guessed seconds into midnight, the witching hour calls Confessions, sins, slipped mid-flight pitching as it falls a pleasure ran mercurial, with faults flagged, left ignored; with treasure hidden, valuable, in vaults left unexplored in oceans deep, with duller reeds, That hide the brightest reefs Hearts that bleed, an aching need, just longing for relief In need of confirmation, from the ones we'd like to stay Seeking out attention, whilst we look the other way with letters never written, and post cards never sent Sights to which we're smitten, spoken as was meant Lightning caught and bottled, captured... choking... lost In airways stalling, throttled, bespoken at a cost Saved for the right hands, reserved, to come and claim their prize Such treasure only shows its worth, to valid hands or eyes We try to sort the wheat from chaff, to drink from chosen fonts; when something you can never have, ... is all you ever really want that final item on the list, left on the shelf, thought through; to find exactly what you missed, ... the things you didn't do A lustrous vein that went untapped, a life laid out, ignored; when someone's left a secret map, to leave it unexplored Denoted with a crimson cross, so painfully composed Someone's gain... somebody's loss, left vulnerable, exposed Exposed, drawn, naked, in the night, with angels in the wing Paths sailed sacred, shipping light, as mermaid whispers sing of ships bereft relation, short, so strayed along the way I got lost in translation... thought ... there's not much more to say |