There is a black box in front of my eyes with a  sliding gray bar almost in the off position.
Wisps of smoke are friends that disappear from my life.
Where were you when I knocked on that door?

Details of your past are the stakes that fasten you inside a person's thoughts.
Touch a butterfly's wings and they die, stake a person to your memories and they never change.
Why can't we speak the truth?
It is just you.
It is just me.

Some people build with their hands,
some people build with their minds
Some people tear the heart from the dream
just because they feel maligned.

Two people walking in the street.
Both say to themselves "There's someone I don't want to meet."
We have all forgotten how to  reignite the spark
that will put the dream back into the heart.

You say you are a student of the One outcast,
building a better world from your memories past.

But your words are the first stones thrown into the stream
And now the ripples of your hatred are ripping the heart from the dream.

There is a space between your  right and my wrong.
there is a space between love and despair.
Love is give and take
The space between us is your choice.

There is a time to cast the stone
A time to walk away and a time to embrace
The time to forgive is your choice to make.

Your love for me is as deep as the stake driven in my heart
And my love for you is measured in the climb up the mountain of your despair.

We can be friends
We can be lovers
We can be nothing.
The choice is yours to make.