Sinaloa What We Could Not Move
with tiny fingers we reach up and up, sometimes it takes
the likes of us all. and maybe it's my fault if it
doesn't work this time. maybe it was never meant to be
fine. eyes closed, we drive through streets we know so
well. i mouth all the words i'd love for you to tell.
with hopes and wishes, on tired knees, at the foot of
this bed. my mind plays back and forth all you ever said.
and it speaks to us in ways we never knew, at this point
i'm grasping on to what's left, knowing it's through.
this proves to be the hardest, even when it takes the
likes of us all. maybe we did the best that we could.
explanation
some people say that if you work hard enough anything is
possible, and while i know and believe that effort is
needed to make something work, there are certainly times
when things just weren't meant to be. there is a point
when you need to step back and reconsider the situation
and realize that even all of your effort is not going to
make a change. i'm not trying to be pessimistic, but i
think it is important to know that there are times when
reality needs to surface and take precedent to help make
decisions, move forward and learn.
