Window of OpportunityI am dying. I am dying and there's nothing I can do about it. I know this, but I refuse to believe that I will just fade away quietly: that when I'm gone and when those that knew me are gone, that there will be nothing more of me in existence. I want to be remembered; I want to make a mark. Is it not the human condition to desire this?I feel that no matter what good thing I attempt to pursue, it takes me somewhere that I had never intended to be, and that much further from my goal. Every consequent step taking me further down a tangential path I never consciously made. I have two hands and a voice and the knowledge of how to use them, but I feel less and less that I am competent enough even to do that.I don't desire fortune or fame, but at least profundity. I do desire to be a good person. I strive to be the best person that I can be, and I am not blind to the fact that I am clearly not achieving this goal. As each day passes, I feel myself sitting idly by as my potential slips and m
No One SleepsFly awayFly away to this peace of mind.Break away for just a momentBreak awayFly awayFly away to this peace of mind.Break away for just a momentBreak awayEscape realityAnd let your soul unfold.Arrive at wit's end andFeel yourself consoled.Look away.Reach out and let go.
Styrofoam BreathA new sun rises, A day has dawned.The tables have turned And the curtains are drawn.Static faces in blank disguises, Two suns can't set before another rises. Gazing to the unknown horizon,My whole world is torn.Flowing from her eyes and into mine, Prospects are reborn. The vision forever lingers:Hair clasped in rigorous fingers. The sky was murky,Two drops of color lost in a glass.Stirred once and left...Left to sort things out with the amorphous deep. Frail foundationsWithout fair warning,And angels at nightHave never dreamt of morning. Expressionless smiles,Wrinkled, cracked plastic... Hollow words neither believes.
Look Away pt. 2Fighting away the tensionBreaking away.And even the prospect of windMakes the greatest of waves.Flying away to this peace of mind, andPiercing the mountains of clouds.Above the world and beneath the sky.Piercing the veil from under the shroud.Look away, look away...I'm weightlessly drifting to the ground.When the rest of the worldIs rising above you,There is only one thing left to do.Look away, look away...When the strings of your heartAre tangled around,Look awayWhen you hit the ground.