I've not been feeling very inspired lately. At least not inspired to write. Just yesterday I was standing on my roof trying to figure out why I wasn't able or willing to write lately. Just then my friend called from India. I hadn't talked to her in a while, and right as I hung up, in a fit of exactly the inspiration I needed, I came up with this. So I will dedicate this to you Aanchal. Now, obviously it has nothing to do with you, it's only dedicated to you!
I can't put myself in a place I belong
Like the time I did when you wrote me our song
I saw in your blue eyes what you wanted me to see
I didn't close mine
I didn't want now to slip away
Even with little bread and wine we sang and danced
But now it seems I don't care much about love
that brings feelings of hurt, to you or to me
And I don't think I care much about the anticipation
that love brings with it
But I am only a man and a man can lie
About his cares in this world, his affairs in this world
Just like your eyes and the sorrows they behold
But I mean no harm to you when I say
I want to go, to go far, far away
And yet, I can't point a finger on what went wrong,
And still, I can't see myself in a place where I belong
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Like always, suggestions are welcome.
Peace and Love
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