Mesmerized by a lonely point of view
The many see eye to eye
The lonely step through
To somewhere far but not so new
They have been there more then a few.
A pinch of dirt or grass that spreads
For mile upon flattened mile
Sits a manor there instead
And little did they know
As sure as the wind still blows
That all of them within this rhyme
Will all end up just as dead with time.
I close my eyes, she closes hers
Imagine if you will
A locomotive of sinful lust
A breeze that doesn’t blow us still
Our passion must.
I heard her cry, I heard her scream
I’m not sure when or where this dream
Has led us to, so through and through
Entanglement of souls, we travel
A battle that persists
With the flick of my steady wrist
For always shall there be
The difference there between
Them and you and me
For only we can see, the fall of angels like maple seeds,
In forests laced with gold
And paths of very old
I cry, I scream again, lost in this unatural realm
To find my way away
A better place then here
A reflection in the mirror
Is it not me I see, Is it someone else entirely
Please let me in, let me come home
To a place of love and hope
Built up with castles made of stone
I want to sit a while, embellish in my trial
And find utopia in the sweetest smile
Have I found the answer that I seek?
Or is it lost like some antique
Collecting dust on a hidden shelf
In the barns of the lonely.
Sitting, waiting, all by itself.