Something lives,
Between the first 'Good Morning.'
And the last 'Gn.'

What lived was love,
So proud to have it.

The words flow best,
In the places you won't go.
Each dip in the brain,
Places in your mind where it rains.

I can't fault you,
These things bring great pain.
But if you wish to make music,
Which I know you do,
You need to.

To love is human,
To be loved is a human need,

But the same is true,
For being free.
I long to fly out of this cage,
But I will clip my wings each day.

Each feather falling,
Is one step closer to you,

Every feather drifting away,
Is a single piece of my heart.

I must fly free,
Amongst my avian creed.

What is dreaming,
If not sweet release?
A reminder of where you're safe,
Your fears, far away.

What is dreaming,
If not reminding me,
My thoughts are impure.

Pity me,
Pity me not.
A simple game,
Is all I've got.

Will you find woe in my struggle?
Or is everything I juggle,
Part of normal life for a muggle.

Where's the magic I've heard of,
Silent midnights full of love,
A siren's seductive song.

Searching for it,
I end up crashing,
Shored upon the rocks.

I try to walk the Earth,
Yet, I'm impeded.
The planet's rotation,
Keeps me pacing.
Each good memory keeps on replacing,
With something worse,
Plus a better, yet, imagined one.