Lyrics

Crossing

By Ian G. Clifton
August 22nd, 2005

It's past midnight
I'm lying wide awake
Sifting through the memories
Don't know what is a mistake

If I could cry
My eyes would surely be red
I'm tossing and turning
Uncomfortable in this bed

It used to be mine
But that was long ago
That my life could be so fractured
I did not know

How can the pieces be so separate
Connecting lines so thin
Everything every which way
Only crossing now and then

Such a small bed
Though larger and I wouldn't care
My feet touch the end
But my arms hold air

Two roads in a wood
I wish it were so
I had to make my own
Didn't know where to go

Pride or solitude
Kept my questions inside
But I stood my ground
Never ducked to hide

Here I am
Can you see me now
I made it through eternity
Still not sure how

But everything, well
It starts once more
And I sit here
Looking toward the door

Finally it hits me
Knowledge small but vast
The only mistake
Is wasting time regretting the past

I roll back over
Maybe this bed will do
Those roads in the wood
*outward breath* Forget those too