slcathena
03-24-2003, 06:23 PM
When did breathing get to be so hard?
And life transpose to monotone?
Deep in the recesses of someone else’s memory
I seem to see
Colors on trees
Yellows and greens
Yet now, when I need them, they elude me.
And gray, in its infinite variety
Presses down on top of me—
Making it oh so hard to breathe.
When did walking get to be so hard?
The pathways drone on endlessly.
In stark opposition to adventures experienced
By that aforementioned visitor
Who wide-eyed wandered
O’er brooks and fjords
Too exquisite for mere words.
Now they seem so far away
Untouchable, imaginary, ways--
And icy tedium to slows my legs.
When did breathing get to be so hard?
It’s such a simple exercise
That to labor takes me by surprise
That hidden muse,
Knows the reply.
But is silenced by mental trickery.
Her memories, which haunt my dreams,
Evade my searching eye
So lonely here I lie.
Attempting a breath by and by.
And life transpose to monotone?
Deep in the recesses of someone else’s memory
I seem to see
Colors on trees
Yellows and greens
Yet now, when I need them, they elude me.
And gray, in its infinite variety
Presses down on top of me—
Making it oh so hard to breathe.
When did walking get to be so hard?
The pathways drone on endlessly.
In stark opposition to adventures experienced
By that aforementioned visitor
Who wide-eyed wandered
O’er brooks and fjords
Too exquisite for mere words.
Now they seem so far away
Untouchable, imaginary, ways--
And icy tedium to slows my legs.
When did breathing get to be so hard?
It’s such a simple exercise
That to labor takes me by surprise
That hidden muse,
Knows the reply.
But is silenced by mental trickery.
Her memories, which haunt my dreams,
Evade my searching eye
So lonely here I lie.
Attempting a breath by and by.