some people know me
most people don't
some people see
most people don't
the darkness that lies inside
the winter frost blowing across my heart
the pain that rages within
they see me from the outside
when really it's me
on the inside crying out

i will never understand
why you held me
when i was the fire
and you were afraid of warmth

do you ever dream of me
when the moon is high and
you're fast asleep?
and in these dreams of me you dream
are you running towards me?
or running away?

are you
happy in your dreams of me?
do you dream of what once was or
how things ought to be?
are you smiling when you dream of me?

is the dream-version of me nice to you
when you meet her in your dreams?
does she make your heart swell and
does she tell you pretty things?

or is she really mean and awful?

do you even dream of me at all?

To: You

It may be smaller than an atom or as minute as a whim
Or the only thing that’s keeping the light of hope from going dim
When you hear it repeated, it may fill your heart with glee
But even after all your wishes, a lie is all it’ll be.

You may breathe it to your pillow, or announce it to your heart
And it may keep you now from crying but slowly rip your life apart
In your hands is your undoing if a lie you choose to save
For truth has life eternal and mendacity’s bound to cave

Better to be honest now and always, with each breath to breathe the truth
To accept things as they come even if they come uncouth
Life’s a 2011 Kia Rio, lies will take it for a spin
Alas, if it had one distinct color, it would be that of sin.

a man gets double vision when
he gets two pitchers deep
one eye sees a ski hill while
the other pictures sleep
one eye keeps the door ajar
the other sees it lock
neither one has any clue
what time it is o'clock

yeast
mused
rise
song
finished