Standing on broken glass
Barefooted
Burning and stinging
Don’t concern me for other things matter
But I can’t see what they are
In your eyes,
You read out my confusion
But do you feel my pain?
Reluctance in this job isn’t a game
But it certainly seems that way
You sit and you play
Like you do any day…
But there is a significance,
There is a reason
That I do not feel the pain
As the shards of glass that sting at my feet
Travel up to my knees,
And eventually
I am covered
And subsiding the blood and emotion
I feel nothing but pureness and devotion
I am in pain
But the glass doesn’t hurt
As the glass shrinks
I feel what I think
I again have the pain
Of the end of my ways
What interests me
And what hurts me
Forgive me my lord
That I don’t know what this means
Why am I here?
What are the chances
Of this ever ending
This everlasting moment
That ended too long ago
That once meant more
That now closes doors
That I don’t understand
That you have forgotten
What does this mean?
Please explain this to me
For I do not understand
What am I missing
What is there excess
When can I breathe?
When will I be free?
These thoughts and these dreams
Seem one thing and mean another
They paint each other different colors, these dreams
One is rainbow
It stands out to me
I know you feel this too
I knew it since I felt you
I don’t know what I see
And I wont know what it means
Until you tell me
So until that day comes
And until I know who you are
I devote these thoughts to feeling
And until I know its meaning
I will not be proceeding
With these aimless thoughts
Still unable to get rid of them
Never will
And cannot try
Why?
What?
When?
How?
Who?
Why do I feel this
What am I missing
When does this resolve
How will this end
Who are you
And I am still standing here
Alone and cold
Here I am
Standing on a pile of broken glass
This pile doesn’t hurt
What hurts… isn’t here
What hurts isn’t near
What hurts?
I don’t know
This broken glass - this broken heart
You pick
You choose the glass
I choose my heart
It throbs its last beat
This is why I am here
To find out what hurts
I know
I know what hurts
I refuse to recognize
I refuse to analyze
I am still here
I live in blood and fear
As I am
Standing on broken glass