The Spaces In Between

I am irrelevant and could never command you

Of my silent dissonance, the ringing in my ear is deafening

Each slight of emotion building up through tear ducts in my eyes

Every sunset

Every sunrise

I am the stillness that time takes no joy in commiserating

I have developed an ineptitude for alteration

Destination to places unknown, still wandering the sidelines

Every sunset

Every sunrise

I am the thought of your smile in the twilight

The calming joy of your brotherly affection and camaraderie

My skillful obedience to your nonexistence and demise

Every sunset

Every sunrise

Here like an eternity, I steep in the woulda, coulda, shoulda's

If my temptations to evolve gives fuel to sedition

I am the turning of the season from summer to fall, my disguise

Every sunset

Every sunrise

You take shapes in the shadows, caricatured patterns on the wall

Solitude eats at the bruises that have been healing since creation

Words race through my head in a blur of ambiguous designs

Every sunset

Every sunrise

I am a fistful of dollars into a bank that has no security

Tiptoed elegance into a trance, balking at heredity and feigned indifference

There awaits me a plane of grey matter and ice cold fire

Every sunset

Every sunrise