Make It Through The Week

Our Street Corners Keep Secrets

This is me asking for a brick to be thrown through my window,

a message attached that reads, "Why can't you just wake up?"

I am not a star,

don't look up to me in hopes of finding something more. 

That which is out of reach does not promise anyone a goddamn thing.

Hope arises in possibility,

but possibility is fragmented and selfish,

so don't think for a second that I am safe ground to walk on.

I will sink beneath the feet of a thousand traveling companions,

and make ruin of any city's foundations,

because concrete and steel can never tell a soul how it feels.

Our street corners keep secrets, and our road signs only suggest,

never deciding for us,

never knowing if the destination to which they lead,

is where we truly belong.

Life's greatest tragedy is not that it will some day end,

but that most of us just live to follow directions,

and many times we end up totally lost.

- Alexander William Gaskarth