“Is it contact or just reaction?
…Is it living, or just existence?
It takes a little more persistence
To get up and go the distance”
— Neil Peart – Something For Nothing —
Retreat
I contended
while you pretended
Yet, it was I
who had to choose…
Hearts choose
Egos bruise
Stubborn minds
light the fuse
A battle of wills
that I would win,
and lose
I retreated
while you depleted
Yet, it was I
who still brought flowers…
Broken flowers
Passionate showers
The uncertainty
filled my hours
Ups and downs
losing their steam,
their odd powers
I rejected
while you reflected
Yet, it was I
who felt the pain…
Too much pain
Nothing to gain
Constant inconsistency
driving me insane
The truck pulled up
to load my life,
once again.
March 26/17
“I’ve been burdened with blame,
trapped in the past for too long,
I’m moving on”
— Rascal Flatts —