Sometimes I must confess
In order to get things off my chest.
so Ill take this time I have
and stop feeling so bad,
about the way things use to be.
Ill put aside the one Im with,
the regrets of the one I should be with,
and the one I cant live without.
and close my eyes til these feelings subside.
To release the benefit of the doubt.
Because when I write its like a dream, Im dreaming in this sleep.
In this sleep of eight hours I dont need to think.
To think about the way things were and how they should have been,
to reconsile my differences with myself within.
I dream of a tomorrow where the wind blows through my hair on the highway,
a place where I forget my sorrows and for a little over a moment everything goes my way.
And for this while I stop and smile,
about how it use to be.
And long for the warmth embrace of the sun,
to shine my way for eternatity.
