- May 28, 2004
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Woke up this morning…
To the same things I closed my eyes to yesterday.
Thought things would be different when I opened my eyes,
but things are the same in the day as they were
during the night.
There’s no tears left…
I’ve even lost the answer to “Why should I cry?”
I get up and get prepared to move through this life;
but am I really moving?
I feel like I’ve become so stagnant,
so useless…
I don’t know if I’m tired, depressed, upset or just stressed.
Hell! I don’t even have a name to call this feeling.
Things just seem to bypass me or I just don’t care.
I lift my face toward the heavens,
‘Lord, I need a newness, a freshness to consume me in splashes.’
I need to be that phoenix that rises from the ashes.
What do you do, when you’re tired of the same
people, places and things?
How do you continue to listen to music that has the same **** ring?
How do you sail the ocean in a boat that has no sails?
How do you invent something new in a world as old as hell?
Too much going on and I realize I’m tired of it all.
There has got to be something or someone to free me from this black rain.
I lift my face toward the heavens,
‘Lord, I need a newness, a freshness to consume me in splashes.’
I need to be that phoenix that rises from the ashes.
Copyright © 2004
‘Nigrescence’
To the same things I closed my eyes to yesterday.
Thought things would be different when I opened my eyes,
but things are the same in the day as they were
during the night.
There’s no tears left…
I’ve even lost the answer to “Why should I cry?”
I get up and get prepared to move through this life;
but am I really moving?
I feel like I’ve become so stagnant,
so useless…
I don’t know if I’m tired, depressed, upset or just stressed.
Hell! I don’t even have a name to call this feeling.
Things just seem to bypass me or I just don’t care.
I lift my face toward the heavens,
‘Lord, I need a newness, a freshness to consume me in splashes.’
I need to be that phoenix that rises from the ashes.
What do you do, when you’re tired of the same
people, places and things?
How do you continue to listen to music that has the same **** ring?
How do you sail the ocean in a boat that has no sails?
How do you invent something new in a world as old as hell?
Too much going on and I realize I’m tired of it all.
There has got to be something or someone to free me from this black rain.
I lift my face toward the heavens,
‘Lord, I need a newness, a freshness to consume me in splashes.’
I need to be that phoenix that rises from the ashes.
Copyright © 2004
‘Nigrescence’