I’m a prisoner, locked behind the bars of reality.
Reality is the devil.
Watching me work, watching me bleed.
Reality’s cruelty gives birth to a dream.
Everyday of my life I wait for that special girl.
The brightest of angels, the most promising spirit.
But she lies on the other side of the island. Separated
by a river of impatience. It flows forever just like the thoughts
The moment I hear the waves crash and tear
At the walls of my shelter, slowly worn
Slowly giving way, with little to spare
Little to gain from the old, dead and torn
Children fall in rains of December
Autumn leaves turn silky and soft
They make me think and try to remember
What light this world has given and lost
I’m walking in a dark alley.
Can’t even look eye to eye at my solution.
I see markings in the walls- and in my heart I know
they were there for me.
I have always been tied down by chains and tree branches
But I just kept doing what I felt, I spilled my heart
Only for myself, because I knew it’s all I had
With my heart I painted memories, fallen and sad
What would a business be, if nothing was there?
Every brick has its purpose, and no builder is too small.
What would it be like, with the windows too dirty to see through?
The window washer fired, the cleansing water evaporated.
I see the soldiers walking, their heads held up high
Through the hills of no return they ride, guns in the air
A simple game of cowboys and Indians, just like the kids have played
Though the kids had no idea, that green soldiers can stain red
I ask the stars a curious question
'Why do you dwell in the night sky? '
It's just a thought, just a suggestion;
but what if you can answer why