Senior-Panda

I wrote a lullaby today My raw voice running out of things to say faster than I could play So I changed the words and switched the key Thinking less about you and more about me Ellis I'm not broken by the past just rattled by mistakes I'm still playing to a younger me -this lullaby- as he wakes The kid looks anxious even broken beyond repair Drenched in fear he is looking for a father who is not there And as I tell the kid that "love is not a lie" I find I contradict myself endlessly wondering if it is worth a try

Maybe it is heartache, confused in the brain. Maybe it is all fake, going borderline insane. Maybe love is for the wicked, too foolish to feel. Too tangled up in the pursuit to sort out what is real. For you, my love, against white we stain. Keeping it simple, keeping it plain. Because the more we lose the more we gain. & Forever, the verge, tilting with each beat. Leaving a roses-red trail and ramble on with cold feet. Giving all that I have because you are all that I need. But Maybe, I am amongst the wicked, too foolish to feel. Getting tangled up in the pursuit and I don't care for what is real.