FoundAlongRoad

Sometimes I can’t help but think about it
Lately in between the opposite things you’ve said
Some of the pieces that don’t make sense
Only fit
If you did feel it
And I knew that
But thought you might never again
But sometimes I wonder if there’s still something
And you only wish it was dead
But I can’t tell and I tell myself
Not to feed delusion
But sometimes in-between the confusion
I get a little glimpse
Like what if
What if there’s a wisp of feeling
On your end
Based on what you said
Maybe only ran from
Maybe buried but it becomes
Something still alive
For just a split second some nights
Like another channel flickering in
One we’re not even watching
But I tell myself
Even if it makes sense
You fight it
And I can’t feed delusion..