And how can you help someone
When they won't help themself?
And how can I help you
When I can't help myself?
And if all that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream
Then how do you know
Who's a nightmare, aglow
In the lights of this ruined city
Back in the days when it was pretty?
Who even is listening,
When we're all just glistening
Like false idols in the moonlight?
And we are the blight
on our brothers and sisters
And fathers and mothers.
Stop! My mind says to me
Stop! You are more than charity
You are...
Alive.
I can't help you anymore,
And you can't help me.
We stand alone in this world,
But that thought no longer scares me.
It's like you told me
Years ago,
Under the glow
Of that setting sun
"You can only save yourself
And when you do
You'll find others waiting.
I'll be your support
If you be mine,
But in the end,
We are our own end and,
our own hearts."
That sun set
On us,
But not on you or me.
And we will still be
Here, together
For one another.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts Across Space And Time
PoetryAs the title says, these are thoughts of mine, left here for any and all to see. These entries may be fleeting, but they still exist. Do not plagiarize, and be wary. Sometimes the well of thought can be so deep, you can drown without realizing.
