All that’s left for us in the end is a looking glass. All that we can ever know of love and of the loneliness. The story unfolds by holding up the looking glass. What can we see?
All the love we take and hide away we swear does not get lost it’s just all being saved but love has to be remade every day or it’s over.
Choose your memories very carefully. They’re the crossbeams of the world you’re living in. They frame and form who you’re bound to be.
First snowfall, may as well store away the bicycles, and all the lonelies asking for a quick ending, trudging along through the dirty sludge, their fingers iced and achy, thank God I can’t remember too much more of what it was like.
First you leave the past behind. Time to free our minds from merely thinking. Clouds will melt away, nothing left to say Just feel good in open space.
Floating awayon an ocean of time,swept off to distant lands.No way home,just let goand take in what you can.
For every man who still can feel a million more think thoughts are what is real, and they follow them.
Hearts are the logic of man, while minds scream all they can. Shouts are bound to fall but a whisper can change the world.
In times when we were together her feelings were like a fire, her a hair a windy waterfall of desire. A magic mood of circles and caring. Sleepy and warm in the sweet drifting air. Moving far past all memories. Her eyes a window, a mirror, a foggy circle of sea.
I’m a spirit with the soul of a windblown cloud. And I’m sure to come to rest if I only remember nowto know why.
I’m not at war with any place I’ve beenEach point in time is like a skeleton key.
In the sun that shines I feel just energy, the grace to be simply a joyous feeling without which the search doesn’t mean a thing.
I often thought of stopping thought But the thought would merely cross my mind. I used to think “I am what I think,” But the more I thought about it It just didn’t seem right. I finally screamed, “Please leave me alone,” But they told me I’ve been haunted by my past too long and misery loves company.
Leaves drifting apart to be alone.A sacrifice to help the soul to try and grow.
Like a drunk it weaves – change steps in, ever untimely, tears the stage apart, turns around where we’re seated. Reeling in the dark we run, different directions, blaming each other for the fear inside.
Listen, something’s been missing for a very long time. I keep trying to find myself through a stranger’s mind. I keep hearing stories I don’t quite believe in. I keep living out these dreams that pin my life in.
Maybe it was just the hatred at every door. The old ones on the street wondering what life was for.Young ones like Cain himself, their minds tied up in knots. I guess it never stops.
Maybe I’ve learned some things out here. So much of our own fate we choose. And there’s no road I’ve seen where anyone outruns the truth.
On the outside where reason dissolves with space and time there are no answers there that need questions to analyze the sky.
Promises of perfect worlds all to come tomorrow. A heaven synthesized in labs but lord knows who’ll be God.
Reason is a nightmare.Logic’s a pitiful gameif every thought erases the joy while mocking the innocent things.
So on we go, where our lives will take us darkness is sure to fall and fall away. Just one thing left to say - - baby I wish you well, I wish you love someday, in time.
Sometimes I wonder if we’re growing or we’re ending. Does it all depend upon the messages we’re sending — is that what’s true?
There are times I’m the clouds and times I’m the sun but it always just depends upon the afterglow and that’s when I look to you.
There shines throughout the love that reason only talks about as some vague destiny. Some eyes perceive it as truth some as God and some feel free.
Try and try to talk the sky out of times to rain.But skies tumble on no one knows why all the colors change.
Victory has slipped away. The best laid plans have laid you again.
Walk away from memories if they don’t build bridges to where you want to be.
We all know we’re doing it as we tear down this place we’re in. See it in board rooms as they divide their share of it. See it in classroom books with little lies built in. See fathers playing god, when children sin, they’re shocked. I guess it never stops.
When you wander wear your armorThere are always those who’ll try to steal your soul.Not all visions lead you home.
Why wait for the perfect time, for the perfect within ourselves, why wait so long to give and take love?