We have us

They call us different or plainly strange When we converse a force of change, a lengthy road, up to the sun How will I get there, if that’s where I’m from? My whole perception, my whole belief Often real, but surely brief Until I call upon their light They do come swiftly, gives me a fright I ask them questions To make it real When they answer, my heart it feels I long to see them, not with my eye But with the hope my “life” wont die If I surrender, if I say yes Will something take me, give me no rest? Will I loose my touch with now? Instead of standing, will I bow? I look at me and think to self Why are these books still on my shelve? I’ve dusted them; I’ve read them long Sometimes inspired to a song Along comes a visitor, she is a star Not of here or from afar She takes my books And reads them all She does not have to break this wall For this old wall that I have built Cannot withstand release of guilt It cannot stand when love is near When thus is blown, it disappears As it crumbles, I lay down slow I do not run for I don’t know How to escape my own true fate Of which I choose, and which of late Has become distorted, but even then I do not fear, for I have them They have me, and we have us I look to sky and see no dust This is my story, one of many Sometimes it’s light At times it’s heavy