That True
Even though solitude has set in,
and loneliness harbors this body.
My heart still yearns for that genuine,
and my soul burns for its sensuality.
It’s what I see walking down the streets,
what I hear my friends speak of passionately.
What artists express through their beats,
the one thing that always seems to avoid me...
That true...
Few people know the feeling,
most aspire to reach it.
I only know it from dreaming,
that’s the place I’m best fit.
I guess that’s why I continue,
to shut the doorway to my soul.
My dreams are the only time I’m with you,
where something special can truly glow...
That true...
Where there is no unappreciated,
you know what you have and fight
continuously to outdo yourself in spite
the fact you already won in their sight.
You go above and beyond,
because unknown forces push you,
everyday, digging deeper to
find that special treasure known by few...
That true...
It really is wondrous,
but hearing isn’t the same as living.
I envy those propitious,
while I only witness the feeling.
One day maybe I could join you all,
instead of only in my dream.
But for now solitude calls,
back to loneliness so it seems...
Waiting for “that true...”
When you get tired of seeing true love and actually want to experience the feeling...who knows what I mean? Respect.
