Changing

Like the sunrise through a window,
arrives consonance of my qualms.
As sure as death and taxes,
or the dirt on a working man's palms.

Up from beyond the horizon,
a revelation will soon pass.
With the next train to the station,
Will be my souls reflection in the glass.

The sun of morn' burns brighter,
while I wallow in the truth.
Facing changes I must make,
while I wouls rather be aloof.

When the sun strikes as an arrow,
I know the time is here.
No darkness left to hide in,
but I am paralyzed by fear.

My world is soothed at supper,
by the ebbing of the sun.
I feel relief within my grasp,
as the day will soon be done.

And with the mitigatin night,
in bed I'm kept awake.
By battle that I've left to fight,
and steps I've left to take.

For the sun will surely rise again,
and my consciousness will grow.
of the problems that I've left to face,
and the self I've yet to know.

Pain for Pleasure

My soul hungers for a refuge I have often thought I tasted,
only to have it turn sour and poisonous upon my very tongue.
Holding all I've ever wanted in my arms I thought I'd finally won,
a feast of intimacy and affection I have waited for so long.

Many things in life I've loved have also caused me pain,
In the absence of that painful sting I felt that things had changed.
Creeping comes familiar dread with every breath I take,
this may not be the truth, I thought, but a chance that I must take.

As my heart dines upon your eyes the taste becomes so sweet,
A past behind, the road ahead; smooth and soft beneath our feet.
But when I tried to swallow this treat I thought I'd finally found,
I discovered my stomach empty, I alone upon the ground.

The places I am often led by my lonely broken heart,
are places that I leave alone, left to stumble back to start.
As our stomachs rumble I wonder what this means,
burnt into my very soul, I dream what could have been.

While my hunger ebbs and flows like tides upon a beach,
I still yearn for things to taste like before when it was sweet.
My stubborn heart, it simply won't give up,
even as my mind cries out defeat.