rest...

here we are, at this wasted space we call home,
where time fades away like the rain drops and become
so many passers-by as they come and go and are inclined
some stay for but a moment while others become one with time
do we find comfort in this place of unrest and mobility?
do we long for peace and a little tranquility?

those stories that are tossed to and fro by the wind,
fill our time with nothing but a suspicious peace of mind
how we long to be comforted even for a moment
our minds agree, but our hearts are screaming to grasp it

what we're after is far beyond this waste of time
we hear your calling of "come...and be mine..."
we find rest, we find hope, we find worth, in you
we find that what we're looking for has always been you...

mysterious contradictions...

"we are victorious failures and broken winners..."
-Derek Morphew