Cry

Staring at my last text, worrying cause we seem vexed

Like our plans were cursed by a demon and we’re hexed

Complex, confounded and confusing, how much more abusing

I try to wear a smile of hope but it’s hard be coy while I’mbruising

Choosing to do all that I can, stick to the course andfollow the plan

Babe I’m trying my best, but after all, honey I’m no godjust a man

And have I told you how much I care? Always closing my eyes picturing you’re there

Imagining the smell of your perfume, feeling my fingersrunning through your hair

Spare me this pain Lord! Bring my baby back! My panorama hasdeveloped a crack

And try as I might my fuse is burning quickly, and I feellike I’m going to blow my stack

Lack of patience mom would say, relax son; stay focused.Tomorrow’s another day

Losing your temper and jabbering like a fool is just nevergoing to be the right way

Okay I understand mom, I’ll try. I know we have to stay thecourse, I just don’t know why

So hard to just roll with the punches, when really all youwant to do is sit down and cry

So hard to just roll with the punches, when really all youwant to do is sit down and cry

Tim Windisch

08 06 2024