Ralph C.
This is the....end.
Who out there will choose to peer
Behind this intricate veneer
Will anyone step up to the dare?
Does anyone actually care
What is waiting behind there
Will I even let them get through?
In the past I hastily withdrew
When anyone came into my view
I ran off into my secluded place
Gone into hiding with no trace
With fears that were way off-base
In the mirror I always look odd
When I try to wear the grand façade.
Afraid to go out into the field
Afraid no results it will yield
Then I will return home all alone
Those on the end of the phone
Have heard this endless drone
Still they help me get it on track
I get brave and venture on back
Trying to pull out of the black
Reaching for a sliver of daylight
Just when the glow is in my sight
I remember my constant plight
And once again I become the clod
As I slip off the grand façade.
There is one that fuels my desires
But I don't have what she requires
No chance to have her heart and soul
We share similar fears and goals
But stand afar on opposite poles
Sometimes I imagine we are so close
One day I can be witty and verbose
Other days my mind is comatose
Then the air grows still and cold
Soon she'll find my act too old
With no more stories to be told
Down our roads alone we'll trod
As I leave behind my grand façade.
06/11/2007
Behind this intricate veneer
Will anyone step up to the dare?
Does anyone actually care
What is waiting behind there
Will I even let them get through?
In the past I hastily withdrew
When anyone came into my view
I ran off into my secluded place
Gone into hiding with no trace
With fears that were way off-base
In the mirror I always look odd
When I try to wear the grand façade.
Afraid to go out into the field
Afraid no results it will yield
Then I will return home all alone
Those on the end of the phone
Have heard this endless drone
Still they help me get it on track
I get brave and venture on back
Trying to pull out of the black
Reaching for a sliver of daylight
Just when the glow is in my sight
I remember my constant plight
And once again I become the clod
As I slip off the grand façade.
There is one that fuels my desires
But I don't have what she requires
No chance to have her heart and soul
We share similar fears and goals
But stand afar on opposite poles
Sometimes I imagine we are so close
One day I can be witty and verbose
Other days my mind is comatose
Then the air grows still and cold
Soon she'll find my act too old
With no more stories to be told
Down our roads alone we'll trod
As I leave behind my grand façade.
06/11/2007