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But Those Were The Years
I could have seen them
If they didn't wear their tanktops.
They could have seen me
If I wasn't so closed.
But those were the years.
I could have laughed at a joke
If their laughter didn't take from my dignity.
I could have saved the bully
If only suicide didn't insist on a lifetime of its own.
But those were the years.
The sport of life
Was played out on a synthetic field
In the court of public opinion in some shy high school.
If only in the brush I could haved shied away.
But those were the years.
He stands tall in memory
I see him then battling mentalities Jesus never bothered to mention.
He is chasing me
As I wished we could escape together.
But those were the years.
My chest heaves
The brain digests something the stomach looked over.
Breathing in the life that I had promised myself
Acknowledging suicide demans more time still.
Fish would call this water if it was not frozen.
I would grasp it if it were not meant to slip.
And now what is meant?
And those were the years.
