The Shallow confines of a man,
through the all too familiar streets you walk,
through the same common sights you see,
Nothing moves thee...
not the pure fresh wind that hugs you,
nor the warm touch of the sunlight hue,
You walk empty, yet preoccupied.
Confined in that **** routine,
concerned for nothing except what you hold dear,
Never allowing yourself to see,
how close everything can truly be...
You walk by giving your back to death,
You walk by ignoring kindness.
Head onward towards your destination,
leaving it up to someone else,
to mend and heal the wounds,
of your brothers and sisters.
Yet **** You for not helping out,
have you too soon lost your humanity?
How pitiful it is,
to watch you only STARE,
with that blank expression you wear.
Walk away so unmoved,
Despair, Despair...

Darkness pervades; an empty whole.
Tears fill this broken bowl.
The nectar too salty to quench the thirst
A brutal reminder of what came first

A Blackness, a Void. God illuminated into being.
Beauty, Belief, Faith - a false way of Seeing.
The futile attempts to make the hole whole,
but it's Loneliness that resides in our Soul.

In every being sprung into existence
the Romantic effort of Man's resistance
is Love, hailed as the Cure.
But ask yourself, "Are you sure?".

At a life with Loneliness by our side
Love's importance becomes amplified.
But Love is just a wishful lie
it is Loneliness that embraces us as we die.

It is strange to me,
to see how far we've come,
yet at our peek we seek no more,
the land has been purged of simplicity,
and replaced with complexity.
The dreams are dreams no more,
It is strange to me,
how idealism is reality,
how reality is idealism,
It is strange to me,
how, once upon a time,
the land was barren and plain,
free of complexity,
but now crowded with creations and
accomplished misery.
It is strange to me,
the longing for a world simple and plain,
has become another fantasy in this mere game.
For once upon a time,
this world did exist, abounding in discoveries
and meaning.
and now...
It is strange to me...

So often the common escape,
rushing through those main gates,
where the land is flush with green,
and an never ending sea of dreams.
magically, benevolently, assuring you of things to come,
with a sky so pure and a land so young,
where to your flying sorrows you wave goodbye,
and welcome the blazing sun up high.
Where such things as dragons and gnomes do exist,
and a *** of gold will behold at the end of the rainbow.
You feel at ease among st such beauty,
where not even the foul hands of cruel reality can reach.
Basking in this crisp sun,
resting on the soft grass,
Vibrating against the wind's touch,
Feeling your your spirit spring up.

Had you not been in such sweet bliss,
you would of noticed, a dark thing rising.
And you would never have guessed,
tis but a dream.

Shrouded behind a drape of shade,
lovingly embraced by the hands of grace,
envied by the stares of the eye,
you seem to comply.
Silent you don't boast,
Only sway silently to and fro.
To me you are eternity,
with those radiant green filled leaves.
You bring me an enormous glee...
Pity for those who cannot adore thee...

Oh pain and tragedy!
Why do you linger within my heart?

Surely there are better places to play
Your part.

No need to remind me everday,
The constant symbol of my dismay.

For all women are truly beautiful,
Love abounds for all of them!

Yet my dear heart,
Why do you resist to start?

Is it the shyness?
Do you feel worlds apart?

No my dear heart you must be strong,
Fight your fears head on!

For the door is always open,
My heart, my love.

Just let someone in,
Let them prove you wrong.