Motherjane Questions
Is time not an illusion?
Why does that sound so insane?
I’ve seen my life just turn to moments
Snapshots in pain
Now I cannot, live the present
And it doesn’t take too much to blur these lines
So why can’t I learn to accept,
The past is what you leave behind
Questions dipped in poison
Burning with seeds of doubt
Helpless I turn to the heavens
But the silence is still too loud
Will I ever burn these bridges
I’ve built so strong and so sure
Or bound by my need for them
Will I linger by these shores
Questions dipped in poison
Burning with seeds of doubt
Helpless I turn to the heavens
But the silence is still too loud
I watch the shadows play with my mind
Weary ghosts that will weaken with time
And I know that one day I will find the answers
That there’s reprieve for the blind
Questions I will not fear them
Though I’m still so full of doubt
Searching for the answers
In the echoes of my shout
Is time not an illusion?
Why does that sound so insane?
I’ve seen my life just turn to moments
Snapshots in pain
