Thursday, June 23, 2005
No cats in heaven.
Heaven's Not Enough
Steve Conte
Heaven's not enough
If when you get there, it's just another blue
And heaven's not enough
You think you've found it and it loses you
You've thought of all there is
But not enough
And it loses you in a cloud
There, most everything is nothing that it seems
Where you see the things you only wanna see
I'd fly away
To a higher plane
To say words I resist
To float away
To sigh
To breath, forget
And heaven's not enough
If when I'm there I don't remember you
And heaven does enough
You think you know it and it uses you
I saw so many things
But like a dream
Always losing me in a cloud
Cause I couldn't cry
Cause I turned away
Couldn't see the score
Didn't know the pain
Of leaving yesterday really far behind
In another life
In another dream
By a different name
Gave it all away
For a memory
And a quiet life
And I felt the face
Of a cold tonight
Still don't know the score
But I know the pain
Of leaving everything really far behind
And if I could cry
And if I could live what truth I did then take me there
Heaven good byeNothing is ever enough for me. Not it, not them, and not you. But in the end, I am not enough for myself.
No one ever meets those insane standards. I compete, I protect, I love. Only to find that they are not real. Those people, they don't exist.
Who am I trying to defeat? Every one I defeat 2 more will come. They never go down, but keep coming. Never-ceasing. And all the same. Faceless drones.
Who do I protect, when they always charge headlong back into the mouths of the raging beasts. I wonder who is more stupid. They who run straight into peril or I who still go to their rescue.
People I love, are only visions in my head. Only in my head. Blood, relatives. Soul, friends. Heart.
The images are beautified, perfected, and such is the extent that it no longer resembles anything real.
Everywhere I look, pieces linger. Pieces that constitues an expectation that is ludicrously unreal. It's present everywhere, and it is beautiful. Everything has a piece of you, everything reminds me. At the same time, when I look at you, the real you has paled into something lesser. What is real then appears to be unreal. It makes me wonder if your existence is even required in the first place.
Heaven, or hell? Which one?
Hell rejects me and Heaven is never enough. No. How can it, when there are no Cats in heaven?
Gavin
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