I'm sitting in my thinking chair
my eyes state that I'm trying so hard
to remember but remember what?
I've placed one hand on my foreheard
yet biting my nails on the other
holding back all the pressure of forgetting
I walk across the room to see a poor lonely
yet dried and drooping flower in its ***
with wet soil the plant was watered earlier
the plant is now out of my view
but what am I to do
I still can't remember

June's vibrant lace has drifted
with the cool yet warm wind it flew
leaving behind a depth of green
to catch the Summer's morning's dew

in each second that pass
loneliness chills my every bone
the bright silver moon did smile once
but only one sleek pale ray
it stole through my window
and almost filled my room...
what else should I say?
...I'm still lonely...

kicked the bucket down the hill
what should I do next?
I have no clue... maybe
I should find Jack for your Jill
or Jill can find Jack for me
....I'm feeling a bit lonely...

sometimes I feel like hiding
from all the hurt and pain
from all the days and nights
filled with tears and rain
when life gets too ugly I build
a tower in my mind
floating high filled with all
the beauty I can find
a very special place that only
I know and no other can be
no certain place to go but
my dream world I see
I sometime feel like hiding
from I myself and me

that first moment
I lose myself
I cant remember but
its carved deep in my heart
I just know
I'll surrendered
to something greater
than anything else
I live my life  
searching for it
again and again
its not lust
its not passion
just what can it be?
that moment is it  
PURE LOVE?