Here I lie floating lifeless to the wave of the future.
The waves come and go the last of our kind lived in these huts.
Inside the house of a thosand reeds lies my soul cramped in a shelf, in a box hidden in shadows waiting to be free.
We float down stream never coming to the end of our journey but starting the cycle agian.
Time is not linear.. nor will we have the place to sit on the waters edge.
In the house of a thousand reeds were a thousand sould are waiting to be freed.
This house was not made of brick.. nor stone or wood but it was made of our emotions.
The things we claim never to have.. The wind whispers but not in the way people think.
She says ” Have you forgotten your role”? for time is fleeting down the river and I am trying to hold on.
The house of a thousand souls.. a thousand people saying I’m not good enough. Or why me?
Like my brother says “Why not”? a thousand doubts of a world that was never made because we couldn’t take the first step.
Here I lie floating downstream wishing I could be water…
Wishing I could have made a difference….
Too saddened by my own actions in the past to move forward.
In the house of a thousand reeds are lost lovers who are too proud to try agian
too scared to admit they were wrong.
Love is holding the one you love together even when it started wrong
it’s starting fresh and letting our house stand. In this house built on souls… s
I float down this river hoping to find you and the 999 other people that our sharing our lament.
Not good enoough. Too good .. Not happy .. too happy
In the house it has no regret.. These souls are lost waiting to be found … as I float down stream I vow to find them and put them back to their places. I want to build a new house built on trust instead of defeat. Never having much can give you a reed to grab upon but the reed will break.
and you’ll be stuck lifeless floating downstream hoping that you could have held on a bit longer.
As the rain comes down and night begins I find my place in the house of a thousand reeds making right things I made wrong putting back the pieces of shattered souls one human at a time. Yes the night ended in darkness alone but the Day began fresh too try agian and make right the mistakes of our past.
Life doesn’t have to end here. Not like this. We could build a new house floating in the river held up by the very people that you never knew felt the same pain as you.
We could build a new house floating on dreams…
Fresh for our children… and others like us to start agian.
Shin Shikata.. a new meaning to an old word
In the house of a thousand reeds where my soul lies…
Down the river bank the future in our hopeful eyes,,, When the house breaks so will we all
To float down the stream finding something to grab on to one last time…
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