Returning

I’m returning to a place I’ve been before
But the place isn’t the same
It changed into something else
I’m returning to a place where the streets look exactly the same
But now they stand in a different light and a different shade
I’m returning and I’m not sure of what I’m returning to
I can see some faces I never quite recognized

I’m returning to a coldhearted wasteland
where some seeds will eventually grow
I’m returning to a love that was twisted
and to a love that gave me hope

I’m returning to where Nietzsche
is the villain everybody loves to hate
and where Dante is everyone’s mate
I’m returning to a self sufficient economy
To a place where the buildings have strong foundations
I’m returning to someone I left behind
Now she’s standing right in front of me
She’s looking straight into my eye

I’m returning to a coldhearted wasteland
where some seeds will eventually grow
I’m returning to a love that was twisted
and to a love that gave me hope
Conflicts outside are raging
People are trying to hold on to their lives
I ain’t got to much to say
except that my mind is a tumbling dice
Somethings hurt somethings don’t
Somethings don’t make you feel nothing at all
I know I could have said something
Instead I didn’t say anything at all

I’m returning and I’m not sure of what I am returning to
The one thing I am noticing is that my love for her
has taken such a long time to die

 

 

 

 

 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s