Certain Truths
I sit in the damp, the sun beneath the horizon still
I sit motionless watching vapor rise from the waters until
It glimmers under light from the suns birth
Rising over the line of green upon the awakening earth
They do not fade these certain truths
Though at times I’ll deny it through and through
And the next I’ll make it all anyone can see
And if I knew any better I’d set it free
But it would come flying back into me
Tearing down what I’ve already built
And crafting something new in its place
And again I cannot seem to trace
The same line I’ve drawn for so long
And it is not in my character to worry or prolong
Something I cannot change nor tend nor grow
Yet here I stand, going against the flow
Of a river I’ve let carry me for years
And how tragic it is I cannot hear
A voice of reason above the fear
That for some time now I’ve not thought clear.
Fate desires to haunt me, loves to test
And what can I do to lay it to rest?
Bury it 6 feet beneath the ground?
Yet I’d hear it if it made no sound
Yes I’d feel it in the soul all the way down
And God knows why.
Oh I know why
Certain truths that bind and tie
This gnawing truth to me without permission
Has me quite rendered into submission
And I quietly deal with it, quite alone
For I want it so.
A truth is a truth is a truth.
quite frankly these truths are set in stone
Deeply grooved.
And I cannot mind
But I attempt to ignore it all the time
Which has little effect and so I resign
Unless a momentary lapse of reason
Catches fire and catches breeze and
First burning wild, then soon it freezes
Into something that will not lose its shape
Trapping thoughts that cannot escape
The mind changes, but listens close
The soul is constant and always knows
But the heart goes where it desires to go
And they disagree harshly the more you grow
And that frame of mind has wings
That thinking has flown.
I’ll go where I need to so.
Humorous I martyr myself on my own torment
Keep logic to itself and and emotions hell bent
Destroying yet healing me from deep inside
And what I feel must I hide?
If only to my soul I would abide
Like a magnet to the certain truths I’m drawn
Certain truths its difficult to build on
So I lament
My thoughts and emotions utterly spent
And in the negative I wish not to remain
No the time has come to walk through my Baptism of fire
The time is nigh.
I must do what I desire.
I cannot winter inside the dark any longer
The situation so the tip of a spire.
Precarious but admired.
I give myself over to destruction entire
To raise from the ashes something new and unashamed.
A place of no blame.
for what was there
I wish not to complain
I hold this all with love yet still disdain
Im helpless to certain truths I cannot contain.
I must walk through the fire
Burn it down
To feel parts of a whole, shift
To set myself a drift.
To chance what I can do
I must walk these certain truths
No matter who I am,
when I am through.
It isn’t they
It isn’t me
It isn’t you.
I must do
So if I may live my certain truth
For is it me?
For Is it they?
For Is it you?
I do what I must
And Ill see what trust is
Once I do.
See what seeds I sow
And when and if they grew.
It’s not what I have to do.
But what I wouldn’t do.
For this.
To have my certain truths.
But oh the time
How many more chimes
Are there to be heard?
Hands go round their arms.
Before another dawn is seen.
Should I have set alarms?
Oh the time I can never redeem.
For this.
What I want more than ever.
Is it on the other side of forever?
I’m on my way.
And a promise gives twice the motivation
And thrice the intention.
But silence is what I hear.
I’ll beat it anyway
There’s nothing out here to fear.
I’m on a trajectory now, I cannot stray.
—C.R.S
