I'm a terror of sheer curtain

trying to frantically run away

from an open window.

I'm a gate that swings

far and away on rusty squeals

that opens the dirt path

to some thin ice skate.

I’m the drop of a hat

made of the last straw.

The one chosen to break

some poor camel’s back.

I am a sheer curtain

and the tidal wave it reveals.

The louder we scream

the less we hear.

For in every lost dream

there's born a new fear.

Like a crying baby

that won't be pacified,

or a lonely lady

that can't be satisfied.

We keep running back

into the waves that bore us.

Back to the water

whose promises tore us

in two.

Why this fight again?

When the tears won't wash out.

Away we go again

Where the love can't watch out

For us.

Unseen, the circle is unbroken.

We bare our crosses again

with the words unspoken

old wounds made new again.

I'm hoping I live long enough

to see and feel your lovely sun.

To once more drink in your love

and raise our glasses as one.

But until that moment of clarity

we can only march on

to the beat of life's insanity.

We can only march on.