windmills cut thru the void dividing the imagined and true the eyes neglect to see what the heart pursues but my heart finds a dream in these unseen hues
Sometimes I go whole days listening bored, half sleep I won't say anything that's worth a thing to me One day, suddenly, time took a turn that once felt
Wind mills cut through, the voids of hiding the Imagine then truth the eyes neglect to see what The heart pursues then my heart finds a dream in me It
We get so hypnotized by The imposed rhythms of the passing time Urgency solely defined by Degrees of dissatisfaction in our minds When's the wait a cradle
Lately the days Feel more like spirits to chase My nights are full of strangers And even stranger ends My love, there comes a time in everything When
Joviann, I have no use for histories My mind catches only the loudest of The brightest storms It's no mystery That the night begins as a roving wind that
Somebody once said remove specifics and convert to ambiguities because definition is a myth a mirage a speculation a shaky medium made weaker by personal
I'm sleeping to develop my dreaming skill I'm going to build, I'm going to build If the space is malleable the contrast must be too It changes shape with
What is gained in saying I am that, I've done this When life is luck of the draw then a battle of wits More useless to me than a motto is a creed 'Cause
She is the fractured one sewn From sums of fractured time Her heart speaks a fractured tongue Her life is fractured design She shares the weight of the
See the branches bend like silk ribbons without breaking The wind crashes into walls without shattering into a million strands I ask you to listen A
I dreamed my perspective was on a dial Wired to spare me from my will I saw my world so dimly lit I felt my heart fainting within And I was relieved to
We've been given the capacity to be immovable Breathing in and out our bodies are equipped for this We walk around half there all the time feeling a self
Two winters gone in a blur of sleepless nights Day in, day out, I worked through the same old plight By then I'd stopped looking for my way out Somehow
How does someone with nothing end up with so much to show for it All kinds of people, places, and things, your cheap doormats and decorations And to think
My sleep burrows me a chain of monochromatic rooms that jangles in the day and recalls a samey drone Day has drawn out from the night what's been lacking
If I had glass hands and glass feet would they be, would they be would they be idle from their state Would idleness be the affliction or fragility the
walk with me for a while to my house on the hill forget where your body lies and i'll forget mine as well you have as much hope as you have hopelessness
