Quiet Surrender



Sitting quietly, lost in thought
Remembering lessons taught
Reflecting on days passed by
Choices made, wondering why.

Unknown is the path of life
Will it bring pleasure or strife
We walk along always knowing
Guideposts not always showing.

So we do our best to see ahead
Often times, we feel we’re lead
Hand in hand, our heart we share
Hoping they will take loving care.

If you can’t seem to communicate
You’ll probably learn, often too late
Without sharing thoughts so tender
Each drifts away, quiet surrender.


About graypoet

Just one that at times puts the words to the page and lets them fall as they might.
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7 Responses to Quiet Surrender

  1. Cyan Ryan says:

    Hello graypoet! It must be a cold crossroads to sit by alone, if your “Charles Townsend” tag means you posted from that city in the state of Colorado.

    Alone is a cold state to be in, but sometimes we all need times to ourselves for quiet reflection, though I know sometimes our own thoughts can be so loud, we couldn’t hear them clearly even if they came out our own mouths.

    I wish you warmer sentiments graypoet, and someone to share them with who will listen and walk with you through them on the road to open communication and mutual understanding, if that’s what you decide to seek after through sitting alone thinking through what you think best to choose, if it’s not something you already have enough of to be content with in friendship with those already on the road with you!

    With probably unnecessarily silly but my style of sincere long-winded formality,

    “The World At Large”
    by Modest Mouse

    Ice-age heat wave, can’t complain.
    If the world’s at large, why should I remain?
    Walked away to another plan.
    Gonna find another place, maybe one I can stand.
    I move on to another day,
    to a whole new town with a whole new way.
    Went to the porch to have a thought.
    Got to the door and again, I couldn’t stop.
    You don’t know where and you don’t know when.
    But you still got your words and you got your friends.
    Walk along to another day.
    Work a little harder, work another way.

    Well uh-uh baby I ain’t got no plan.
    We’ll float on maybe would you understand?
    Gonna float on maybe would you understand?
    Well float on maybe would you understand?

    The days get shorter and the nights get cold.
    I like the autumn but this place is getting old.
    I pack up my belongings and I head for the coast.
    It might not be a lot but I feel like I’m making the most.
    The days get longer and the nights smell green.
    I guess it’s not surprising but it’s spring and I should leave.

    I like songs about drifters – books about the same.
    They both seem to make me feel a little less insane.
    Walked on off to another spot.
    I still haven’t gotten anywhere that I want.
    Did I want love? Did I need to know?
    Why does it always feel like I’m caught in an undertow?

    The moths beat themselves to death against the lights.
    Adding their breeze to the summer nights.
    Outside, water like air was great.
    I didn’t know what I had that day.
    Walk a little farther to another plan.
    You said that you did, but you didn’t understand.

    I know that starting over is not what life’s about.
    But my thoughts were so loud I couldn’t hear my mouth.
    My thoughts were so loud I couldn’t hear my mouth.
    My thoughts were so loud.

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