I walk this Atari
in the white chambers
of my heart.
My atlas is lost.
The compass of
ships that pass,
in the shadow
dress of this waking world.
Can we see eye to eye
without taking out the other out?
As justice swings her might and we all
bow before the folly of
that we seal
this last rite.
The white moth.
White knight, white
dreams.
In every sunset,
there is a sunrise.
I\'ll dance in my head,
but only the physical attributes
the digital butterflies,
in your Atari. Are the dragon you bring back to life.
The distance between light and sound.
Is the physical form can pretend
is a room for all your pretend friends
and pretend world.
If I sit up atop the moon
can you capture the sea
of the Luna dreams?
In my Atari.
I\'ll find my way
a path finder to
the torch runner.
In my Atari.
I\'ll root my word
in the theatre of
fate.
But alone, I\'ll topple
down the columns.
Before the curtain call,
the fat lady sung about our love.
Time may take it\'s rules and
shower them down!
I\'ll gracefully remove myself
from the storm you
walk on, if it traces your
outline. In this Atari.
The map you make in your
heart.
If I could sink quicker.....
in this house of my heart,
I sink deep.
If you wish. My dream.
The stars that turn in the sink of
this ghostly shadow in my life.
May the crystal gallery sparkle.
This Atari.
I\'ll walk on,
and lay down
some time.
In this bed fall.
I\'ll quickly erase, the outcomes for....