The shame
Lies in more
Than the eyes
Where does
The truth hide
When everything
Was a lie...
Say, we're human
Make mistakes
We all do
So many miles,
So many trials,
No one the same
We're all part
Of a different
Game

Riding a pale blue bicycle
The ghost of your past
A passenger set free
It's like you're seventeen
All over in a dream
The beach breeze blows
Your hair with the wind
Scoops all cares up in a
Plastic Sand Bucket
Covers your Toes
Until they surface
Where seashells
Are found on the cove
Waiting to see what's
Hidden behind
The next turn

Where you are,
I can hear
Them whisper
From somewhere
That barely
Touches the
Lines between
This world,
And mine.
Make your own,
And separate it.
If you lose it,
Find your way,
Back to it.
Back to a place
That barely
Touches
The lines between
This world,
And yours.