Numb-ered...
Numb-ered...
Deepening with intention
I have many a thing I wish to mention
First, time is but a joke with no punch-line anyone can enjoy
Second seems to be life, an opportunity similar to an ever-changing
Third is a word I here too often, too late
One that shows only after the fact, after fate
Fourth is but that word forgiving time for taking its next step, continue its motion
Fifth is knowing what could, would, & should be done with such devotion
Sixth will never be anything more than possibly
The part we can always wonder about, leaving us with different kinds, & levels of doubt
Seven is the emotion left & made from such a storm of thought never settled into peace, or any form calming
Eight is but a look back at things we wish more than life we could change
Anyone who says otherwise truly is, to me, strange...
Nine is a fake smile hiding everything that isn't kind, or easily forgotten
Ten can be knowing, or doubt growing into a feeling of wrong, or being rotten
Eleven is but double what "one" should even be...
Continuing through the repetition of number that always have had meaning to me...
"I'm at a nine today... but it'll pass... it always does... some way..."
---Thanks for reading---
---Always---
Written to: Avici - Without you (feat. Sandro Cavazza)