no shoulders to cry on
Florentine Camerata-No shoulders to cry on.
Saw these dudes play here in town and was blown away by them. I really have fell in love with this kind of music all over again.
These waves tumble on into nothingness. Into nothingness. And the sand can’t keep up.
Just collects itself, with the filth and bottle caps. Lost. Alone. No reason or name. This highway stretches on into infinity. But I can’t grasp that. Just discontent that the sun won’t set. Why can’t I forget my pain, and leave my heart on the side of the road? Here I sit with tear filled eyes. And no purpose in life. Just crying as it all passes me by. But in the darkness all is still. In the darkness all is still. I finally understand. I remain just another barrier to defeat. Another wall to break down. I crumple these papers, and my face turns red. But I just can’t comprehend. The light can’t be seen, because it was never there. A one way journey. On its own path. So I get up and walk. With no direction in mind.
I scream and I cry. These words fall on deaf ears. Just another complaint to the editor. But he’s got more important subjects to address. Than another distressed child merely learning the ways. Of this apathetic world.
Fragile hearts calloused from the remainder of each mistake. Do not matter here. We all mourn losses that were never our own. But on this desolate road there are no shoulders to cry on. No shoulders to cry on. Pick it up and start walking. We’ve never mattered. Just footprints on a windy beach. Swept away.