And what can the other world offer
That can compromise what your eyes already see?
Will love be sure to carry on and survive
If you simply choose to look right past me?

I get it. I understand the feel of the wires
On the human skin. I can genuinely feel
How it is to be embraced by the machine
That devours anything that is real.
The silver dream takes me on a journey
Unlike any other. The party doesn’t stop
As naked bodies dance and sway from the comfort
Of my room; just until my eyes start to drop.

And friends go by and wonder why
I go to sleep at three o’clock in the morning
But who needs rest when the dream is there
And rusted judgment is the first warning.

(A tattered man stands before his easel
Like it was his lover returning from a five-day trip
He stares at it longingly; time stands still
As the blank canvas seems to stare right back.)

He picks up a brush; a chosen color in hand
The white disappears by the blue that it does swallow
A wet and deep environment comes before the land
For the green brownish tones have yet it to follow.

The brush makes a movement like a dancer on ice
It moves here to there ever so specific and slow
The painter is careful, for the piece cannot be done twice
So his patience and precision are evident to show.

Day after day, night after night
The agonizing process drags on like a stone
Hard, unforgiving; like a crop with blight
But look at what artistic wonders are now shown.

A cloud, a mountain, a rabbit, a tree
They sprout up in liquid form at first
But they solidify on the canvas for all to go see
As the painter continues letting ideas out to burst.

In the end, once I have finally isolated from everybody

It will be like I have left the world without a trace.

I will have removed myself from other's lives
So that my paranoia and endless desire
Will cease to harm them.

My verbal impulsiveness will disappear
And my words of spite will evaporate

And in the end, my fear will build the wall
Between who I thought loved me
And the mind daggers in my brain
Will tell me she will soon find another.

But in the end, I will be crying.

You want to know how to grow up?
Want to know how to beat the others to the chase?
Want to be on top and kick the others out?
Here, I'll tell you all I ought to know.

Mistrust your brothers and your dear old mother
Forget about your love interest and never onto another
For who has time to love someone in a world that's against you?
At least, you think that's how it has to be.

When you finally isolate everyone that tried to support you
You have to hold out to last all the way to the final frontier
And when you flick away the weak competition
Pull the trigger on 'ole Pipsqueak and Tiny Tim.

And if you falter in your dominant stance
You might be on the glass as you dance........

Cause if you want to be a man
Who has time for compassion and empathy?
And before you have time to argue if it's wrong or right
You'll be smothered by corporate chains with all its might.

As the sun rises in the open air
There’s no more feeling of dread or despair
And the loving smile on a young warm face
Shines brighter than the white stars in space

On days of pink magic and cotton candy skies
Is where a happy child plays, skips and lies
And he frolics with his mother and with his tall dad
They love him, he knows, he mustn’t be any sad

A stuffed brown bear picks him up to see
All the sugar-tipped mountains and bushy dark trees
And adventures in fantasy continue to swirl
As the petals of flowers fly around and twirl

Reality for the grown-ups may not be so good
But the joy of the youngster will break the darkness (as it should)
So the cotton candy world carries on strong
As life continues to make a promising, beautiful song.

From the walls of the cauldron
And the fiery old well
Lives a heartbeat of wolves (and)
A caged tiger's shell
He stumbles in the waters
And he dwells a good drum
He spits in the alleyway
He chews up some gum.

I get up for paper
I get down for rain.
I stand up for sorrow
I lie down for pain.
I think love is crazy
And I ought to be blamed
But the feelings of the night-time
Are all in my name.

Dogs and cats roam silently
In a house of flaming cards
And bagpipes roll endlessly
Played by polka-dot bards
I spin in a tombstone
I laugh in a chair
The electric sparks tangle
And mess up my hair.

He feels an odd poke
In the bottom of his cloud
So what of a bullet?
Go scatter the crowd!
He flips inside out
And dashes out his head
He feels now reborn
Though he truly is dead

So pick up the glass
On the soles of your feet
Get up and spell "magic"
As you groove to the beat
I sing out a longing cry
That hounds out a pig
But my nanny BEATS FRANTIC
SO GO DANCE THE JIG!

A quiet solitary stroll in the winter air
And a girl by my right; kiss her, do I dare?
But the time goes by and we slowly drift apart
Yet my soul remains sturdy and so does my heart

So the time sets me forward in a green grassy place
And in only a year's stretch, I meet a new lovely face
And the flowers retract in their roots, but I grow gladly
Love keeps me steady, this feeling I carry on madly

Another moment in my life that painted a golden dream
Was when I held a guitar out to fans who would clap and scream
And now I long to play a heartfelt song once or twice more
But why stop there? After all, I want to sing and soar

I learn in a moment what some may take years
But some days, I feel consumed by irrational fears
Yet, my favorite memories come to my waiting aid
Hopefully, with a love in my life, my fears will now fade.