I Am The Hummingbird

I guess I've never been good at moving on
I constantly dwell in the past
What I've missed I second guess..
Could you have been the one?
Minutes have turned to hours, and hours into days
And all that I have to show for it is what I have let in my hands
A fistfull of air is all that remains
Of the pastI once held so dear
Close your eyes, listen to the breeze
It softly whispers the secrets of life
The past lasts forever, but the present is a disease
It barely gives a second before it's back on the wind
Stealing time from you, leaving you weak at the knees
I look at the hummingbird, watch as it beats its wings
Remember what my grandma said
It is cursed with silence, it flies free, but never sings
Taking the nectar from the blossoms of time itself
Constantly moving, never stopping to rest
I look into my past and I look at myself
Tell you where I've been, but never where I'm going
For pain and fear have carried me here
I'd rather drift through this life never knowing
Than be bloodied and battered by the things I cannot change
So God please bless me with forgetfulness
Take from me my kryptonite, these memories and I estranged
Than forever walk this earth with the mind of the sick and the derranged

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