Category: The Past

You’ll find it in there sleeping in silence Drifting far from the conscious balance Forlorn and love lost if only you’d listen To be free of the maze it traps you and taunts you Turning

What makes me do the things I do, and what I do ain’t so good What makes me say the things I say, and what I say ain’t so good What makes me feel the

Distracted by what you see Distracted by what you feel Distracted by the sounds you hear Distracted by the disenchantment Distracted by the overwhelming sense of loss Distracted by the poisonous words Distracted by the

What, is it you see inside your mind maybe it’s real Inside your soul what do you feel is it your soul A little cold a bit unreal Maybe it’s time to go outside and

Nothing ever feels so good as sitting ’round the white table talking of nonsense and tales of dreams looking for that precious face to lighten up the darkest space Sweet white wine caresses my lips

Well if you look around what do you see Do you see the forest through the trees Or are you blinded by the pretty lights in your eyes   But if you listen closely you

I been there and I ain’t going back no more   Ending time closed his mind on the way Spoke no rhyme left it behind just to get away   I know nowhere it’s not

Tasteless fiction on the lips of the ones you miss to kiss The earth shakes bone and glass made the choice it came to pass   Do you see what you wanted to see is

Sensible, non-nonsensical Soluble, non-malleable Manageable, incomprehensible   The need to displace the poison, a reason to look for the meaning That feeling to open emotions, those eyes reflecting devotion No pushing or pulling just being,