Danny The Dreamer Boyd
I sit behind a shady screen,
Scouting life in a still state:
In hope to see what is unseen,
Or glimpse hope or contemplate.
It's not as easy as it seems,
I'd rather be taking part;
But life is tough and rough with beams:
That crush the spirit and the heart.
I sense them laugh and feel them cry:
Beyond a bunch of shallow signs;
I see them pray and praise and pry,
And prison themselves in false confines.
But I am not to judge anyone:
For passiveness' prize's only shame;
And judges who're yet wasted won:
None but just inglorious...
Memories still lead us to lose our hearts;
And having lost all: we surrender our souls,
And render but nothing that may leave us apart:
In hope to once more set love as our goal.
Memories always slide into our lonesome minds;
And while we try not to, we wind up giving in,
And let them consume, and to the past us bind:
To have a glimpse of life and where it all did begin.