A dream is lost somewhere troubling with the thought of growing up
A towel is thrown over the conclusion for fear of it being lost again
Excuses developing into the language that sat on its ass
Sahara Heat covered the soul because light was never shown
Somewhere somehow and if you walk along a lonely life
Despair sets into concrete foundations which crumble under thinking
Lifting suspicions seals the deal of what it was we never had
That with a hand which revolts into waving supreme goodbye
Compulsions thriving on the mind turning things wildly
Carrying across the invitation over towards the doors of extinction
Loving the ideology of which we choose to turn on religion
Keeping hold of yourself and having the faith which works
Because when losing faith you notice your losing yourself too
Sharing passions and partners for a free for all with wisdom
Of which that holds everything inside you ever wanted
Believing in something that you can\'t even see turns up
And another time corrupted itself when it was always late
For surviving, the drowning of a thousand men didn\'t work out
Cutting the edge of life and replacing it with a new philosophy
Treatment in torture rooms filled with all the hope you can
Existing in a home tightly built under a moonlight ultra light
And the microscope came into sight to see the right things
The world we lived in disappeared beyond all the darkness needed
To in lifting out the mess which tangles with the vision of life
Gaining the exquisite way forward when people say there is no change
And in making it last forever whenever the realm arrives to help
Supporting the locals in shopping for more of a thrashing calmness
Then as a poet would say something like \"everything will be alright\"
When a death took place the feeling ripped out the heart slowly
Grieving for sadness to leave alone the temptation of all sins
In returning home with the affection a mother would caress
Lending that helping hand when a poet would always offer two
Those words are used in meaning of something that explains
Revealing who the master is in this literature field of golden letters
Spotted by the difference in any manner of conversation
Truth is hurting too and beggars the belief it will ever return
These teardrops in my eyes are causing the weeping to subside
Leaving behind the legacy of someone who you never really knew
Kissing the mind of God for it is we who he will trust and think of
A sickness coming from a place that was reasonably comfortable
A love in the knowledge of feeling secure, relaxed but burnt
Many a damned soul sailed with a late penalty in the 74 cup
Fishing in the lake where we can live it up like Indian fire
When we give it out and give some more with no questions asked
Stunned that the writings of yesterday appear to be burning up
Entailed for the desire to be set up in the relevance of us breathing
Mathematically worked out the distance to reward a political place
When the palaces are filled with the emptiness of bright lights
The attraction is too great a crime because everything is unreal
Trying for your own self to flare up and show some style
History contains the honesty of making millions of wrongs and rights
Left there to boil up the remembrances of what there is left to think about
Stating a case about nothing that I ever write was needed
As a fledgeling flies the nest I sit down to watch it
There are no ifs or a why when we have the key to unlock us all