In the gallery of us
There is one picture wearing no paint
And I look at it endlessly as I wait...

I'm not close to it
So I have no right to speak
My sympathy can reach out as far as its arms can
But its no my problem so it has no place to stand
I can keep my nose safely out
And no one will be mad because its not my bout
My day still looks the same
While yours has shifted into an different domain
And though I feel what you are going through
It will never mean the same thing to me as it does to you

I took some time off yesterday
But, to my dismay
when I came back the world was still the same
not a speck on the leaf was out of place
And I had a feeling no one knew I had taken a break

we spent some time in the wind
and then drifted off to other things
we allowed the air to shift us apart
so we could land wherever we belonged
I was happy to know the person I knew
so I didn't hold on to the parts the wind took
it had better plots when it blew us away
and never intended for us to stay

I wish I could still be blown away
And taken by the innocence of the day
Could simple breeze flaw me please,
And teach me again what it means to be?

I am a victim of my own design
creating tragedies in my own mind

These days I feel the honesty well up inside of me
as if its time to start facing the reality facing side of the valley
and let the sun burn the skin off my cheeks
to reveal the lies I carry beneath...