Sometimes the sun isn't shinning The stars aren't mine And the streets aren't gold lined
This world would keep turning If the lights disappeared Delicate pages of a book would become blurred
There are words in my book Though it is not the end But nothing that amounts to how I began
No longing, I feel There is no metaphor The stars feel so cold when there’s nothing more
Angles sing A song I used to hear But now I can’t sing along I've stopped thinking about a place to belong
Just standing in the river Surviving in nature Naked and cold A frame of bones honest and bold
I won't ask for my piece of Heaven I've put that mystery to sleep I no longer count my spiritual sheep
I don't look for signs Of something more to come I don't believe in luck I don't think I'm dumb
I stopped looking for signs Just a certain kind of tired you grow to endear When you stop looking for more And begin waiting to disappear...
//No More Signs By: Alec Prado//
Photo Courtesy of: Patty Jensen on Instagram
