astray

Remind me of the love

that I create.

Tell me the story

so it’s not too late. 

They take our memory

they hoard our past

forget the future

we knew it wouldn’t last.

Like the world on stage,

it wasn’t a phase,

the wasted time

those wasted hours

it was all a charade.

The preoccupation 

wasn’t in line

you focused too much,

so it’s lost in the sublime.

When you say there’s no care,

When I know the truth runs still.

You take the guilt and dig it deep,

rub the wound,

so sticks will break.

Sooner or later

it finds its way.

When it comes running,

just leave it astray.