Lapsing

 

Away from home three years now

Devil’s gorge in August

Outside you couldn’t bear

Satan’s ruthless September

Still choking without air

 

Moving on so very soon

Only time makes the choice

New possibilities for speaking my voice

Will three new lives solve my ache?

Some new eyes is all it will take

 

Maybe from near, maybe from there

But right now I’m here

Time lapsing like an unending day

After sunlit version comes artificial version

Lives ending while some still working

Mine thrown in amongst thousands of souls

 

Asphalt jungle, smoky skies

Taste of love, bloodshot eyes

Holding hands, folding hands

Living banned, no man’s land

 

Fall into dreams

Leave everything

Wake to find

I’ve accomplished nothing

 

Still I’m lapsing

Waiting

Dreaming

Not knowing the future

Ticking into another day

 

So I put it on paper

Words to heal

Looking to the future

Keeping it real

 

Because time takes time

And we are just a spec

To my Mother Earth

I owe full respect

                                                                            Jake Belmont 11-2004