eco.logic.soul

I woke up this morning with a strange feeling that everything
That mattered to me before, was no longer a concern.

It wasn’t anything like a dream yet as the waking hours waned
The realization that what mattered to me before really did matter

Slowly crept its way into my thoughts and all lightheartedness
About the world drifted away like a balloon let loose

After a birthday party in the summertime.
And as the balloon eventually disappeared into the great blue sky,

So did all hope that one day what mattered to me
Will matter to them – the ones who always told me

Families can be together forever – and yet I now know
This applies only to those they consider to be worthy

Of the type of love they define as something separate
Than what I have found to be true.

There is no room for the love I know in their home
For theirs is a home wholly founded on a dogma that cannot be shattered

By any love that contradicts their beliefs – no matter how great
No matter how beautiful or humble or pure.

And as the hours of the day drift on into the night there is no sight
Of the balloon – for there is no summer here -

No parties to attend in happy celebration of our ties.
For the blood that bonds us is not nearly enough to inhibit

The love that would be forgotten were it not for my constant reminder
To you that I am no longer there.