Fiction

Nathaniel Allen

7/15/2018- 7/21/2018

Wake up to blinding, flashing lights

It’s just the sun upon your eyes

As every single sound you hear

Splits your skull open again

There goes everything you are

Right through the notes of your guitar

As everyone thinks

You’re on fire

So is this why we fall sometimes

Picture perfect picture frames, to cover up our darkest days

And what if we all could see

Past these pretty pages, and right on through the fiction that we make our lives

And so, you climb the stage again

With your instrument in hand

And try to cover up

All the damage

Because if anyone did know

Or all you’ve ever done was shown

Your reputation

Would be forfeit

So is this why we fall sometimes

Picture perfect picture frames, to cover up our darkest days

And what if we all could see

Past these pretty pages, and right on through the fiction that we make our lives

You’re authoring authorless stories

Of the tales of the glories you’ve done

All the battles you’ve won

And that’s all they ever see

There’s coming a day where the binding will shatter

On all of the matters of your soul

And where will you go my friend

Tell me; where will you go

You have all the stories, you have all the facts

On how to find a path

To glorious healing but you can’t let

Go of the pen in you hand

Cause as soon as you let go of the pen in your hand

You’re no longer the one writing the story

And you can’t have that

No you can’t have that

So is this why we fall sometimes

Picture perfect picture frames, to cover up our darkest days

And what if we all could see

Past these pretty pages, and right on through the fiction that we make our lives