Time is a lot like distance
When a memory is concerned
The older we get the further we are
From the things that we once learned

One more day is another mile
From the way that we were taught
The priceless time when we grew up
A memory that can't be bought

The day we finished high school
We thought that we were grown
One more mile and another day
As we set out on our own

Then the day that we got married
We would walk a few more miles
Another day and further away
As we faced our troubles and trials

Time is a lot like distance
Every second that we roam
It slips away a little each day
'Til we're a million miles from home

Life is like a runaway train
Never knowing where it may lead
The curves in the track can't slow us down
For there's no way to adjust the speed

The twists and turns are enlightening
And some make a wonderful surprise
While others are sorrow and heartache
Just broken promises and lies

Though we've never seen the conductor
Our tickets have already been taken
We take our seats and close our eyes
But we never get used to the shakin'

Though we have no sure destination
We marvel at every turn
The scenery we see, is pure destiny
As we ponder the things that we learn

This runaway train that we call life
Rides on the tracks of time
And just when we think it will last forever
We reach the end of the line

I wish I knew where tears come from
The eyes are where they show
But what goes on behind the scenes
That makes a teardrop grow?

Are they planted by emotion,
Then picked when they are ripe?
Are the shirt sleeves only purpose
To catch the tears we wipe?

Are they always on the surface
Or buried someplace deep?
Do our teardrops have a number
That's counted as we weep?

And what about those tears of joy
That mixes with our smile
They're always few and far between
Then only last a while

I wish I knew where tears come from
And if you're wondering why
I'd rid the world of all its pain
So we would never cry

The poet waits for his muse to arrive
His words are in disarray
He tries his best to right them down
But doesn't know what to say

He feels the words inside his heart
But his quill is barely used
He wants the words to bring him peace
But his words have all refused

Then inspiration slowly arrives
To put his words in place
She whispers the words he needs to say
As he writes her words with grace

The poet slowly writes his pain
His muse close by his side
Without his muse his words are lost
Though many a poet has tried

They call this place a writer's block
And the poet will always lose
But inspiration will never come
When we write without our muse

Cast aside, not fit to be read
Silently collecting dust
Are all the words not good enough
With meanings we didn't trust

Words that were written before their time
Before we found our muse
We tried to write what we felt inside
With the words we shouldn't use

Everybody has a page or two
They try to hide away
Poems written with pure emotion
But we didn't know what to say

Silent words that will never be read
Words without a voice
Words that have a lot to say
But never given a choice

Stuffed in drawers and notebooks
They're laying everywhere
Words that will never be read out loud
Words we'll never share

A poet knows where words are grown
And where a poem starts
A place where just a thought is sown
A place inside our hearts

Some words are from the days of old
From poets of the past
Words that's meant to be retold
Making sure they always last

While other words can only be found
Inside a single tear
They're silent words without a sound
That only the poet can hear

For only a poet can write a smile
They've rescued from their pain
They'll use the words in such a style
That only they can explain

A poet knows where words are grown
The words that are hard to find
For poets somehow have always known
It's the heart and not the mind

Your love is like a foggy mist
That fades into the night
Or maybe the darkness that runs away
When it sees the morning light

It's somewhere in the middle
Hidden, between good and bad
I just couldn't tell the difference
For it was all I ever had

You didn't know commitment
It was a word you never used
When I asked for reassurance
You just silently refused

When I told you that I love you
You could only say, "Me too"
When I told you of my problems
You'd say, "Whatever you wanna do"

I've finally learned my lesson
Though this decision I've made is tough
If this is truly what you call love
It's just simply not enough