The Disturbance rose upon us… I stayed still against the force.

Said nothing to be quoted and in time it ran its course.

The Disturbance came upon us, I thought this will never last.

Now the Disturbance is somewhere else in a place we call the past.

Its been awhile, I miss you lots. Lots of things to tell.

A painful truth about your girl, she’s not doing well.

I really tried to ease her pain but I think she likes the way.

I’ve heard it all, can’t take the call. There’s nothing left to say.

It’s just a test, not all is blessed, but that’s not hard to tell.

I now know what you knew then and the sad like rain it fell.

My girl she is the world to me, I tell her what I knew.

No more secrets hide away except the damaged few.

Just a note, I love you Mom, I know you couldn’t stay.

I understand not all is planned… It just feels that way.

She got stranded at the alter of her best friend of the past.

No one knew she had the strength or the will to make it last.

She got stranded in that mindset where time is just a blur.

Where all the rescues came and went and no one looked for her.

So I gathered up some courage and said ‘Boys I’m going in.’

I heard the sound of laughter and a wager for my sin.

She smiled wide and came with me, a new day it did dawn.

She loved her pain and went insane and now all the sun is gone.

The snake it left the garden.

No need to pitch a tent.

With reputations set in stone.

Invitations were not sent.

They’re still looking for a villain.

I can see them look my way.

I see their fear and draw them near.

And we all live another day.

The sleep did come in bunches, with no time for dreams inside.

I was betting on some hunches, on a tip from friends who hide.

They are lurking in the shadows, but I always take their call.

They caution when they’re nervous, they prepare for when they fall.

I’ve been working at the ready, banking what I can.

But the monkey on my back is harsh and not part of any plan.

But at last I feel well rested, I’m not planning something new.

I’ll keep the faith and plan each step and trust in far and few.

My plans were ripe for alter and change was in the air.

Nothing ventured and little gained amidst cries for foul and fair.

I would have left her in the future, but it never got that far.

So far from truly knowing, just who and what we are.

I know I said I loved her but there’s no way that can be true.

I tried so hard to make things work with chances far and few.

And then she got so angry from this well of ancient rage.

Something happened long ago, so I bounced and turned the page.

Excuses are not necessary but they make us feel so good.

Its all about the play of life in this world of could and should.

There’s this thing that isn’t really there…

You somehow know it after a while.

Hangs out like an unwanted friend.

Like a favorite shirt that’s out of style.

I saw quite clearly yesterday.

Had some sleep. Woke up today.

Heard the nails on that chalkboard.

Then, like magic, you fade away.

I don’t know what’s on the horizon.

I’m not surprised by much anymore.

You said a lot and had your say.

No one has been listening like before.

I had to choose, so I chose work.

I felt too inadequate for love; too poor…

I didn’t go willingly, nooooooo!

However in the end it was wisest of choices.

Being a romantic gets you lost in feelings…

I have found it is better to be trusted than loved.