I’ve come to the realization that the little illusion I’ve built out of toothpicks is buckling under the weight of my own delusion. Apparently I kept those rose colored glasses that I thought I threw away ages ago. I’ve been viewing my whatever it is through those damn things for almost a year. What’s the deal here? I liked those. They had a little bling… whatever. Glasses can’t protect you forever. Leave it to my brother to smash them. I’m not even mad at him. A little bitter for the moment but only for the moment. I love him. It seems he’s the only one that can punk me out in just the right way that I don’t want to scream at him, just cry and say ‘I knew that, you just said it out loud for me’. He knows me. He’s my brother.
Nowhere near where I thought he was. I know, I said that myself. That I’m done analyzing it. Sure I am… wait not really. Tears betray what the heart cannot hide. Rose colored glasses aren’t dark enough to hide behind. I think I have to get out from under the bridge of toothpicks. I feel splinters in my head an they don’t feel good. Better than the ones that will hit my heart. Too bad there’s no glasses to shield that.
The Bridge
The Loved Ones…
On the bridge made of stone
Stands a man all alone
The bridge was his motivation
It worked him to the bone
With every nail that he drove, it drove him farther from his own
In his punishing isolation, but the bridge just feels like home
She didn’t feel quite the same
She despised the bridge and who he became
She left in devastation
She left him there in shame
He said, “I don’t understand, this was not part of the plan…”
But it got lost in the translation
Like a castle made of sand
In all the years he’s spent struggling
He’s been haunted at every turn
He fights the fear as he’s growing old
And reminds us in all the he’s learned
That we build and burn
Burn!
Burn!
Burn!
Burn!
Here I am all alone
On that bridge made of stone
With smothering motivation, I’m working to the bone
In the end it’s what I’ve known
It’s what I hate, but have to show
The bridge is my dedication; the bridge just feels like home
In all the years I’ve been struggling
I’ve been haunted at every turn
I the fear as I’m growing old
And remembering all that I’ve learned
That we build and burn
In all the years he’s spent struggling
He’s been haunted at every turn
(We’ll build and burn)
He fights the fear as he’s growing old
And reminds us in all the he’s learned
That we build and burn
Burn!
Burn!
Burn!
