Tortured Soul
Just two words and yet they say so much
Just out of reach is still out of touch
A miss is as good as a mile after all
A good place to go back to is when it all began, when we were small
I’m sure none of us really mean to build that wall
That divides as sure as it cuts everyone out
From getting close and finding what we are really all about
Dark horse
Steady on your course
In as much as is all the mental destruction
In twisted pain comes much construction
In many lines of the poets and lyrics of the musicians
In the paintings and drawings and futuristic visions
So pausing now in solitude and reflection
I’m not quite sure even when came divine intervention
I guess there are times when I wonder just how divine
Was the intervention when I find I’m slipping and walking that fine line
They say it’s a close one between sanity and insanity
How often we confuse the daydreaming with reality
When we are building that perfect world in our mind
Trying so hard to find
Some peace inside
If only I could confide
And tell you I have no goal
As fierce as the one to ease the ache of my tortured soul