Queue the Staind song
that plays in my head
everytime I use or hear that phrase.
What’s the next line?
I always forget it.
Oh yeah,
“since I could hold
my head up high.”
I remember singing it
as a child,
naive to the meanings.
Now,
I reflect on it,
as I do with all the songs
I listen to.
I keep thinking that I
stumble upon a song for a reason,
that the lyrics somehow
hold some significance
in my life.
I was thinking about a
Stone Temple Pilots song earlier,
something about the days of the week
and losing someone.
I can’t help but sink into that feeling.
It’s easier than pulling myself up.
I can’t help but smile at the pain,
reminding me of everything,
everything.
I wish for those restful nights
I once felt,
in that funny suite
with the tiny bed.
I also wish to pour my heart out
to someone —
to let them see my layers of grey
and the smidges of blue and yellow.
But tonight,
I’ll curl up alone
as I wait for sleep to come.
So It Goes 