Waiting To Get Picked Up Poem by Jay Celador

'The Endless Struggle'

Highlight The negative
downplay the positive
get high on a dream
I'll be my own dealer, and the first one is free

Endlessness
utter freedom, unscathed
Roads unpaved
lands waiting to be claimed
i could do it on my own
but i don't want to be alone
so tired of dwelling in my own thoughts

I dream of finding the girl
who'll take on the world with me
shout a jubilee
as we conquer the mountains and the seas
I'll own a house but not a home
constantly excavating the endless roads

Maybe I'll stay in this day
hopes are slowly falling,
but if i stay in this day
I'll never see them fall all the way
I'll never see the world,
I'll never feel the pain
the sun will always shine,
I'll never be afraid
the wind blows and i will never part
just scatter my thoughts
and forget I'm alone

the wind, the breeze of the trees
are two separate entities
one soothes
the other antagonizes me
and reminds me of the endless struggle




'Another Reason To Cry'

You fell in love
With the idea,
Of having no responsibility
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
And of playing that xylophone
But I
Shouldn't put myself through all this worry cause you got to remember
That every good boy does just fine

Listen close the piano speaks, of tales of the lonely and the brave
Of flying above the clouds, with the dragon and his Phoenix's friends whom he enslaved
Of the adulterous blacksmith, whom forged me a cursed blade
Listen close to your enemies, and maybe you'll escape the battle unscathed

You fell in Love
With the idea
Of having a home
Even though you burned it down all those years ago
Oh o oh o oh oh
And playing that piano
But I
Should take heed of my past
And remember that I'll always have wings
Im just missing a reason to fly
too many reasons to cry


'road 3'

Bus stop on the clock
wind blows, then stops
sun cries whines and
rocks the world,
and i fall
and travel
to road 3

past the regrets of the present
and the future dream
somewhere in between denial and embrace of the obscene

After the dream has been beaten out of me by my surroundings
Road 3.
An end not so dead, yet tis alive
she torments with false hope and
fulfillment rings louder than possibility
The old lie, lean on me
hold my soul up wilst the descent catch my inspiration before it falls, past road 3

Listen to the wind
she speaks so highly of the road
Is it loyalty she means?
she implies the dream doesn't end when the wake turns to me

So what does it Mean?

why are questions so plain
yet answers invisible unseen
writing history is growing less and less easy,
its hard to grasp that nothings happening

were running down the broad road
yet not taking heed to the destination
leads to oblivion of wonder and restlessness of situations
road 3 leads to my souls glissando