The eternal ennui got me staring at screens
Got me replaying scenes
Sleeping yearning for dreams

Dreams of stepping aside
From the spotlight to hide
From the eyes of my mind

To escape from my reflection
I write what I feel inside
Hoping for a confirmation
That our feelings coincide

All lost in the past
In the present returns
Wherein all is given;
The future is false

Under the sun all thought and shape
Spring from and turn to sand
A breeze brings form to life in this
Stillness with no end

What if every little thought
That lives inside your head
Instead of hiding away in there
Was spoken out, was said?

Would you be embarrassed?
Would you hate your mouth?
Would you rather be mute
Than let the truth come out?

What if every little thing
That people thought of you
Instead of being tucked away
Was heard, was listened to?

Would you be ashamed?
Would you cover your ears?
Would you rather be deaf
Than let the truth come near?

And what if every image
That passes through your thoughts
Was freed from its prison
To roam until it rots?

Would you be disgusted?
Would you look away?
Would you rather be blind
Than see your thoughts at play?

I have been mad, addicted
With conjuring your presence
I'm hopelessly afflicted
With longing for your essence
But I do not seek your attention
For you are but my mind's creation

I love to feel the way you wield
Your power over me
I fear the way that you control
My thoughts so easily
The force between us makes this distance
Weigh so heavily

Comforting possiblity
That, still, you suddenly recall
The ultimate futility
Of doing anything at all