I was trying to talk
but you were worrying about the cracks in the sidewalk.
Too many old tales from too many old friends
made you think one wrong step and you’re dead.
Words are a struggle if you turn to tug-of-war,
and when it comes to aggression, I’m clearly not your type.
Take care in the way your mouth moves,
keep an open mind whenever the wind blows,
because a movement is a movement no matter how it moves.
The world won’t revolve around absolutes.
The way you work, you’re keeping your enemies close and the worse of the lot closer,
holding that shield steady to keep anyone from reaching in,
bracing for a rainstorm on a clear day,
too busy with your thoughts that they all drifted away.
I wrapped my life into a ball and tried to see where it’d roll.
It didn’t go as planned—nothing ever goes as planned.
Stay a level head and a level mind,
for when you stumble along there’s shelter to find.
Days will come where you’ll play the blind man and shut your eyelids on life
when the world turns and turns around the here and now,
closing off ears and sealing mouths shut to dull any sense,
not caring to know the color you miss.
It’s been so long since we’ve talked and it will be forever until we really do.
Here’s a note passed between desks, between the words we shot over the bow.
I stayed up until the sun came up last night,
and I found that I wasn’t able to breathe;
no tears, no screams, no anger and no fears.
I had been laughing for so long and never felt better in my life.
( ❤ Mitch)