CJP's

you're bound to take it further
however unnecessary
i wish you knew how badly it really hurts
but you're still living in that girlish
dreamworld where pain
is a pillow you rest on

you run so fast you dont notice the thorns
headlong into the briar
looking for roses that dont exist

look up my friend
roses grow on the end of the stem
not in the midst of it

someday you'll rise above all this
look below
and find what you're looking for
but not until you get up and out
out of the thorns blocking the sun
out of the leaves covering your eyes

you'll fly someday above it all

you'll see the path you broke
crooked and bloody
drops of you left behind

you'll wish you'd found another way