I can't escape my fantasies
Not sure I want to
I exist in many places
I exist all over

What is reality
In a world that functions off the arbitrary?
Am I my day job?
Am I pumping gas at the same station
on the corner near my house
twice a week?
Is my life one extended motion
of muscle memory?
Or am I purely spirit
Soaking up the sun on Mykonos
Kicking up dust in the Paris catacombs
Staring up at the basilica
of the Hagia Sophia?

Maybe I can't escape my fantasies
Because they are real

Why do we fight the ones we love
Is it out of fear that their too close
Why do we lie to the ones who care
Is it because we don't want them to worry
Why do hide from the ones who are there
Is it easier then facing disappointment
Why do we hurt the ones we want
There is no excuse for the things we do
Yet We point to our pain
We try to busy the blame
But we know we did it

i once met a stranger,
he who cause my laughter,
he who makes me flatter,
and i who became his admirer.

what is this something?
this love for him i am feeling,
i know this feeling is worth denying,
but why am i still embracing?

do we fit each other? nope,
but then i found myself still holding the rope.
i told myself to stop holding on and let go,
but instead, i didn't follow it. no.

i once met a stranger,
he who became my lover.
but everything stays temporarily,
i need to accept that we aren't meant to be.

the stranger,
who became my partner,
that turned to be my lover,
was again a stranger.

Outside my door was a rainbow of color
I'd never seen before,
Then God saw fit to deliver you,
right to my very door

He set the color of blue in your eyes
through which I now see summer skies
The color of pink upon your cheek
that keeps me smiling through the week

The color of night on your downy head,
which rests so quietly upon your bed
Your skin is snowy white
and shines translucent in the light

You are a true cherubic delight
Your lip was formed from an angel's wing
and when you laugh I hear them sing
The colors in my life now have a special ring !