To let go
What if I dive so deep
That I never see the surface again?
What if I search at such darkened depths
That I forget that light my eyes enjoy?
If only I could just let go.
To let go
Of the strings that I’ve clung to
Of the strings that have played me
Like a marionette, like a toy
To this I struggle against the Master mind
Becoming twisted, knotted, left limp in the corners of this stage.
Like a doll played by a child true to his darkened self
I am owned, I am hard as I am limp to the whims of a twisted heart
When all I want to do…
Is simply…
Let it go.
Let Go (A Poem)
To let go
What if I dive so deep
That I never see the surface again?
What if I search at such darkened depths
That I forget that light my eyes enjoy?
If only I could just let go.
To let go
Of the strings that I’ve clung to
Of the strings that have played me
Like a marionette, like a toy
To this I struggle against the Master mind
Becoming twisted, knotted, left limp in the corners of this stage.
Like a doll played by a child true to his darkened self
I am owned, I am hard as I am limp to the whims of a twisted heart
When all I want to do…
Is simply…
Let it go.