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Losing My Grip

Losing My Grip






I’m losing my grip,
The grip on my mind,
The grip on my soul,
And the grip on my life.

Words loosening up,
Sentences that don’t make sense,
Used to make sense.
Carryover into the “new” life.

I am defending something,
Something precious that I feel is going away
Or have I already lost,
Nothing seems the old way
And I am alone here staring,
At the chilly winter snow storm

Don’t know how long how I can go more,
Don’t know what it would take,
To reach the shore.
The beach and the accompanying city.
The city which is known to me.

It’s in the past,
Will it be better in the future,
Will I reach the shore, the city.
Where my heart wants to live forever.

I’m losing my grip,
The grip on my mind.
I’m losing my grip,
The grip on my life.

Alone I sit like a backbencher
In my mind.
Alone in the class,
Waiting for someone or something.

So won’t you join me in my class?
I’m all alone and sober.
Let’s meet up on the teacher’s desk,
Let’s write a new chapter on the board.

Let us talk of the city the shore,
Until we magically reach ashore.
Let’s decide where we gonna live in the city
Let’s dream of the new beginning.

Tell me what you like,
I’ll tell you what I do to pass the time.
I believe you
And you were there.

Alas, meeting in the class,
Again, after being apart.
Emotions running high inside.
Promises made to never get lost again.

The grip was loosened so you could come in,
In my thoughts and into my life.
You are the part the part of my life,
and I see now what I couldn't see before.

You were here always,
there for me as before.
I lost my grip to have you in my life.
Now you are with me,
Not a moment I want to spend apart.

Let's meet up in the class, and dream of the future.
Let's hold on till the ship's at the shore
and everyone's in the class.

Now I am getting a good grip on my life.
You are my soul, I hug you tight.
And get a grip on my thoughts.

Never knew I could be happy,
Now that you are with me I,
Sit in the front row,
With you.

Till we reach ashore to the city,
I have the grip of your hand,
Something to look forward to,
Since you are with me,
Holding my hand.


Forever. Never. Lost.

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