There’s a knowing
That at some point in time
Can no longer be ignored
It is no longer up to you
Because it becomes more than the word
And there’s no going back
No matter how might you might want to
One cannot fill what another lacks
These voices merge in the cavity of the heart
And all you may have planned
Can do nothing but fall apart
What you called love
No longer holds control
And what you held so close
Just doesn’t measure up anymore
The melancholy sets in
Drifts these sails once again
The comparative levels we so long for
Have become so few & far between
And as the buzzing bee’s of life distract us
From this need of silent understanding
And I’m not afraid to love
And I’m not afraid to die
But the bubblegum of this chatterbox world
Leaves me wondering how?
ⓒ 2007 Shawn Michael Quinn
