Sometimes it's hard to welcome changes
And learn the art of letting go;
It's only fortune that arranges
And doesn't even let me know.
I need the key to solve the riddle
And make the scattered pieces fit;
I'm stuck somewhere in the middle
Between your truth and my deceit.
The answer's got, yet I'm not trying
To find the question that relates;
Escapism of my denying
Reveals the World Oblivion's gates.
Comments
jennifer | January 11, 2012 - 01:29
The first two verses ring along really well, but something about the third verse - I think it's because it doesn't quite 'scan' or I am stumbling over the words... which suddenly grow complex and don't quite fit with the first two verses. It would be interesting to see what anyone else thinks?
J x