“Here Lies Logan Gleed”
or so, at least, the tombstone reads
as 6 feet below the agitated dirt
is a casket closed and juxtaposed
to a future in a cradle of concert
i won’t march to the beat
of someone else’s drum
for i have found that i am full of love
i wish you’d take a seat
hear what i’ve got to say
or not, i will be okay either way
so i turn and take in a tiresome scene
half the precession lost in grief
wailing like this fate hadn’t been preordained
while the other half can’t help but laugh
at the others for grieving what had been feigned
i have tried to believe
but i don’t feel a thing
a bird cannot fly if it has no wings
i’ve lost my naivety
yet i feel so fulfilled
and like there’s so much left for me to build
“Here Lies Logan Gleed”
or, at least, the parts that aren’t really me
i’ll lay to rest who i was supposed to be
and i’ll find out who i want to be
because what good is a song that has no melody?
Photo credit: Flukelady