added 11-29-10
I took the pain and put it in a box
Secured it in tape and clothed it in wrapping paper
I put on it a bow so I would have something nice to show
But there are more senses than sight
Though behind masking tape I can make him hide
It all does little to suppress subtle shakes and sighes
A 1,000 miles on a journey to an imagined somewhere
Pathed in hope, plenty of billboards promising the world
Constantly encouraged by motivational speakers on the radio
But I arrived to a closing door and the sound of locks
Now I back-track upon a road now littered in pot holes
And I listen to a talk show host saying "see, I told you so"
A thousand miles on a journey to another dead end road
So many pieces all seemed to keep falling in placed
That i found myself tempted, wanting to believe it was providence
I mean surely it would take mighty hand of God to make it all line up
But I suppose i must have had a picture in my mind
So no surprise that I arranged colorful shapes to please my eyes
Only to learn it was nothing but merely randoms pieces with no relationship at all