strings to the past

what and where would it come from anyway

the answer correct if he was to say

the days blend together no color too bright

it’s dull all day and then it becomes night

so dark all around he can barely see

it is a shadow or someone in the tree

shadow of life hanging in the wind

under the weight of something pinned

relief finally enters him whole

and back to the thought of what the night stole

wants change now he is screaming with no voice

waiting seems to be his only choice

until he packs up and travels out west

he is doing fine but average at best

just a word trapped tight inside another

heading out west to see his only brother

still close yet he sits entirely too far

thinking about everything as he looks to the stars

three in a row like a belt he wears

realizing more recently that no one cares

to sit really close or take a walk with no time

got a big pile of thought connected in time

might not make sense the smile might not last

sometimes the only thing to do

cut those tight strings to the past…