Alone by the sideline I sit
seeing strange things float by
questions unanswered
scrapped ideas n thoughts
from books and notes
flowing by
one by one
a painful sight
and
a painful feeling
the thought of seeing
dreams in front of you
float by
dreams that was once someone\'s goal
so far away from reach
floating longer and deeper away from them
by second to minute to another hour and day
some glimpses of signs getting stuck saying
one or two words
\'\'what is this feeling\'\'
\'\'why is this happening\'\'
\'\'I did nothing wrong so why\'\'
\'\'can\'t it all just stop\'\'
\'\'just end it\'\'
more and more signs get stuck
until the river is dammed
and
someone has to go in
to take it all away
the danger of becoming the center
the danger of getting all the signs
the danger of being taken down
as fast as the person pulled one
the other came off
and
took them with the river
flowing away with the signs
just like nothing happened
like it never happened
I guess it is my turn next
the turn that will drown me
from others thoughts
and
opinions
I should just rest while I can
before i get
overweight by all the burden
of all the sins that aren\'t mine
my faith is set
and
I\'ll be the first to disappear
without anyone realizing it
so I\'ll write something on a piece
of paper or a sign so the next time someone sits here
they can see my warning
and
calmness
that everything is just a distraction
and
you could have just turned the other way to safety
then just risking it all
for this river of thoughts
good bye to you who reads
and
hello to who I have yet to meet
on the other side
of this broken dream