Sitting silent all alone,
is not much fun when you are only bone.
and ...
watching sailboats in the sky,
is watching dreams just pass you by...
NO...
Fighting for the dreams you want ...
NO...
living for the chance just to find yourself hand in hand with love.
because...
love turns into fear,
and fear regurgitates a tear just to let you know,
that there's some ahead.
Watching homesick people laugh,
lets you know they are ripe from past,
and it takes away the though,
love...
again.
Thinking who's are in your chalk,
and watching stars fall like rock,
and hang,
with wire and rod beside a smile,
seeing mushroom torn to rose,
and bells the chime the world to gold,
lets you think,
"It's alright, let your anchor fall from board."
You stand still as the moon rolls by,
and nocks the sun far from the sky.
Makeing slingshot to the next stop in our lives.
Taking chocolate threw a spoon and eating ice cream made of shrooms,
would not help the pain for the life for all your days.
Grim is on his way,
to pay lots of time about our days,
taking notes,
taking pictures of your face,
knowing,
that one day he will return to you,
and make you pay,
for all your do's and all your don't will be daggerd in your eyes.
Cold black hart and cold dark eyes,
rainbow features but fogged in the inside,
throw the goldfish in the tree,
steal so petals from the tree and set the free like when you were three.
Walking back to the factory, having things being played back,
see,
and remember,
that all of your lives have needs,
and yet,
none of us can see...