3XS :: Poetry

Falling

Falling down this hole once again
Wish I'd done what I said when I ran
Falling down this pit like before
Walked in blindly, can't stop no more

Last time I said I'd stop the madness
But I didn't escape, when I could
Promised that I would stop this madness
But sense doesn't prevail when it should

CHORUS:
Wish I would quit, wish I would see
I know it's not right but it won't let me be
Wish I could run, wish I'd say no
Know it'll never work, so just let me go

One might say I've always been falling
but ignorance is bliss, so I just wouldn't see
Did what I could to keep stalling
But now I think I'll never be free

CHORUS

I could deny, or I could try
But one day I know that I will fly
Sooner or later, I'll never look back
But right now I see there's one thing I lack

After writing "Black Box", I was convinced that I was now a lyrical genius and tried to write more lyrics the day immediately after. I failed horribly. :P
The only cool thing I thought of was the first line of this poem, which implanted itself into my brain until a really boring math lesson one day in November. I remember there was a group of friends seated around me, watching me write. Maybe I still have the original paper somewhere.
There was another line at the end originally: "And that one thing is...", the thing being "love", but that sounded too whiny and desperate, so I left it off.