I never knew the value of the gold string tangled between my fingers.
I never knew the power I possessed,
my responsibility resting in my palm.
The power of 1000 sunrises,
and several moments sitting in silence,
concentrating on clear, black shaped words.
Laughter rang and disappeared,
and then I called it back again.
I cried a few times in my bed.
I sat on another bed, sharing stories and laughter... just to pass the time.
Ya know?
I shared precious kisses with a few mouths,
and saw a space behind a few eyes.
I never knew the value of the gold string tangled between my fingers.
I sat in that hard desk,
learning about numbers and Alexander the Great.
The years of the different presidents
(Grover Cleveland twice, but not consecutively)
I nailed the facts, passed the tests and made the grades.
And there were those glorious football games in the fall.
And I performed on stage.
And I drove towards many sunsets, alone in my car, dreaming of tomorrows far away.
Love flowed profusely through my veins... and I felt the hate too.
I hardly understood anything i felt for them, or why.
I neglected those wonderful angels.
I want to be an angel.
Peace falls all around me, and I'm in the middle, swirling in pitiful anxiety. It's only natural.
Am I special?
My situation isn't.
D*mn, that rain outside the window is beautiful.
And so is the enigma behind me,
but this present is such an empty space.
Will I ever know the value of the gold string tangled between my fingers?
