Song Lyrics - Two Worlds (which one is me?)

The traffic has stopped once again
My journey to a slow death never ends
There is a man that I must please
Inside my head the winter begins its daily freeze

As I sleep the thaw of creation begins
I float in a world of fantasy and rememberings
In the darkness of slumber life will awaken
Aroused once again by emotions I have forsaken

The fight for legal tender
Nothing but mind numbing surrender
Delivering a fateful divorce
Between art and a choice

Starving in the streets of reality
Or the quiet solitude of stability
No painful or caring song to be sung
Only the slippery ladder to climb rung by rung

How can I be real when I cash in on lies
Agreeing with others to destroy peoples lives
And then drift away wondering how this could be
When I know I will be next eventually

The fight for legal tender
Nothing but mind numbing surrender
Delivering a fateful divorce
Between feelings and my voice

Which one is the real me?
The one who cannot see
Or the one who can think and feel
But is punished for trying to be real

The step between who they want and who I am
Is the difference between a boy and a man
Yet I slowly find my way
From a sanitized world to the field where my heart will lay

Those who pay will not sing
Those who sing will not pay
So the words silently float with the tide
Knowing they cannot earn and they cannot play

The fight for legal tender
Nothing but mind numbing surrender
Delivering a fateful divorce
Between my heart and my time to rejoice





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chinemeremz 6 years ago

"Starving in the streets of reality Or the Quiet side of Solitude" Reading in between the lines gives this a profound and deep meaning. Thanks and I insist, why not compile this poems in ebook format and upload it to sites like scribd, 4shared, esnipes and many other p2p sites. Just think about it...


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kathryn1000 6 years ago from London

I agree.


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The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

chinemeremz,

You flatter me man... of course I would be interested in doing what you say but I am completely ignorant of when it comes to the nuts and bolts of uploading to these sites. I'll check it out and talk to some of my friends who might know what to do. But thank you for the support.


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The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Thank you Kathryn... you have mastered short and sweet....


"Quill" 6 years ago

Well written SP... loved the way you brought the plight out into the light for us... it is real, not a life many could survive. I used to write a column years ago while I lived in the Yukon called the colorful 5%. It was about te lives of people like you have written about, after trust was established they would begin to share what led them to that place. There were some very hard stories there.

What I found such a blessing was their willingness to allow me to share with the many readers.

Blessings


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The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Thank you Quill... if you get my meaning I am a person who is being relied upon to pay for two children's future. No matter my true goals and leanings I cannot jeapardize the good will and security I've built up in corporate America (I'm a CPA and the financial planning manager for a fairly large division of a public company) but my heart and mind are here on hubpages.

At the moment it is comments such as yours that make it all worthwhile.... thank you again.


scriber1 6 years ago

You said:......"Delivering a fateful divorce between art and a choice." I shivered with the singular awareness that you, and despite your protestations to the contrary, rank up there with Eric Hoffer as a preceptor and purveyor of that which is intellectually pristine.


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The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Dang scribert... you're too good to me man... strong company to keep. Maybe I have a lot of time on my hands but I spend much of my time thinking instead of anesthetizing (spelling) myself so possibly things come to me that others miss because they aren't looking...


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Scarlett My Dear 6 years ago from Missouri

~The step between who they want and who I am

Is the difference between a boy and a man

Yet I slowly find my way

From a sanitized world to the field where my heart will lay~

You speak so honestly in your poetry, Suburban Poet. I am in love with this verse. Our struggle to provide, to make ourselves present, do indeed tug on our writer's soul.

I warned my husband long ago that my love for, no ~ my need to write could be overpowering, luring me to dark corners so I may compose. My biggest fear is that I will totally immerse myself in these *selfish* endeavors. My second biggest? That I will actually find success in it!


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The Suburban Poet 6 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

Thank you Scarlett...

Avocation versus vocation? It's tough when you can't do what your mind demands. Like you the need to write is overpowering me and I've been this way for months at a time. We just have to find the right balance...

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