Is This Right?
Am I supposed to believe that this is the way that it should be?
Am I expected to understand what's in my mind?
Can it be true that a passing touch is all we want
All we need
To keep the madness satisfied?
Can it really be true that the love we shared is gone?
Are we intended to be nothing more than memories?
Have the threads connecting the pieces of each other
That we created
Been severed clean and left to drift upon the seas?
Is this right?
Should I walk out of your life?
Or should I fight
To blend our souls again?
I just might
Believe in you enough
To do this right
If only I could say
That this is right.
How can the fist of time close tight upon the past with such a smile?
Does reality allow this mythic paradox:
The knight in tarnished armor, alone in exile
Self-imposed
Among the shards of shattered dreams?
Can I continue to pretend that my heart is calm and the pain is stale?
That the fires of conscience are cold and pale?
Have I burned our bridge beyond repair, or are you there
Beyond the fog
Staring back across at me?
Can it be?
Is it best for me to retreat
Into the comfort of guilt and shame?
Is it best for me to accept the wounds and let them fade?
Where can I hide myself from those who know me?
Why do I crucify my idle hours on your memory?
Is this right?
Can I walk out of your life?
Or will you fight
To mend our souls again?
There just might
Be time and will enough
To do this right
If we believe
That this is right
October 9, 1998