What do you want from me?
I thought it was clear to see
The forest would be nothing without the trees.
Where do we go from here?
Keep shaking the hands of fear,
Hoping a new day will make the old disappear.
When is enough more than enough?
Quit pretending to be tough
The shoe doesn’t fit and your skin’s not that rough.
Why do you keep forcing the lies?
You and I both know time flies
Making room for a new soul once yours dies.
How did I not see it coming?
The bright light was too blinding
For my broken heart to find the end charming.
© Joe Schafer