Life is made of paradoxes...where one minute you are certain of one thing and the next you're sure of the opposite. When the truth is not so evident, the future is untold and the forces on both sides are determinedly strong...so is your conviction, on both opposite ends. This is my Paradox....
My Paradox
You tempt me to keep my eyes wide shut
In view of our love story untold
we were so strongly glued apart
And prayed into a fist our fingers would unfold
and be unscathed in our endless hurt
But we were consumed with a fire so cold
I threw it all away because I needed more
And I drew my dreams closer in a scatter
I continually wondered what it was all for
even when I knew the heart of the matter
I looked for the exit furthest from the door
and figured it would be easier to make it harder
I see in clarity my blinding rage
and wonder if there's happiness in anger
but I know that I cannot unturn the page
neither can I feel safe in my danger
So this peace I will attempt to wage
to escape the surface I'm floating under
Terida
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