Subsonic Thoughts

Tonight I bow, to the unspoken words in my consciousness

Forever lost; rest in peace to those ambitious thoughts.

There I lay my head on the lap of my love; immersed in her love.

I used to have dreams of a life together for me and you.

Perhaps a daughter or a son,

Or whatever fate made me pursue.

But when fate brought me to those shores,

I stood there glancing upon the boat.

I handed my ticket to the conductor and stepped back even more.

I’m not ready for the tides.

I’m not ready for that life.

I’m just a child who’s unwilling to face it.

Every problem that comes, wake ‘n bake: face lift.

A sound of yesterday and the future that could have been.

A tear in my mind and an alarm clock that sings.

A present is what I look for, though presently I’m tore

Between the past and dreams.

Perhaps I don’t like reality.

That’s why I soak in Gin.

And about that chin, it not high; unlike the sate of my mind.

Perhaps it’s the struggle inside that radiates the divide on the out.

Though a voice shouts, the walls of what’s lost are sound proof; a subsonic substitute.