The storybook reads it's the end,
but the only worry you feel,
is that pretend may just be real.

I close my eyes once a day,
to think of the events that did unfold,
seems we would be untold if only feet away.

Goals don't carry time at all.
The future and the the outcomes, I find scary.
That's why I don't mark calanders, I mark the wall.

Love is something many can find,
but time shows its better,
when you nor your love even knows.

Of the feeling hurt, I've been a guest.
Can make the best memories, seem the worst,
but that's no reason to steal the love that came first.

Some just need to find the start of their way.
In the gust of wind anything may free your mind,
for me it must be when I left the door of a play.

When my eyes close I can see.

      Only then do I swim in a calm sea.

                              It's not as if I can jump the bridge,
   not as if my time is a clock on  the wall,
                         I have my moment, worth everything and all.

         Nobody should discourage my ride,
           yet I wear wounds from mighty fights,
             and I cant help but grasp my chest,
                  when all the nights I cried were the best.

So give me an allusion to your smile,
let me be a memory, so I stick around,
and my feet arent just temporary,
give me just a while.

Everyday is just a nickel,
to buy yourself a grave.
I don't doubt your courage,
I already know you are brave.
I just want some words, so wise,
to save me from a sure demise.

I wish I knew which way to  turn,
before I set my foot to the ground.
Then atleast my day will be on track,
no reason to look back with a guess,
no reason to wonder if I'm a mess.

My memories dont seem to stay,
more and more fade,
each and every day.
Like a leach on my skin,
the further I go from here,
my memories just disappear.

I want to be in the direction you look.
Though I must admit my feelings,
seems I'm stealing what's already been took.
Now don't cast that light down on me,
I'm not blind, I can see.
Just think you might find it too true,
but that must be forgot, or else its over.

I want to be in the direction you look.
Silently begging like traffic at a one-way intersection.
This open book may seem too drastic,
but maybe the author's too busy hoping.
Perhaps its for the best not to mention,
just wish I was heading west in your direction.

I am nobody,
the footstep of a soldier,
in the platoon sized of trillions,
left to be blown by wind and forgotten.

You say your living in a haze,
really whether or not you know,
you're obviously in a mailaise phase.
But that is just too much a gaze to take,
so you just keep on your protective false face.

Like the lakes in some forgotten place,
you are all dried up in the body and mind.
Nobody seems to touch you or glance at you,
and your sky, well lately it has far too much blue.
Really what is there to see, more importantly to find?

Sunset to you,
means nothing new.
Lately every sunrise,
holds not a single surprise.
They just mingle with dirt in your eyes.

If I were you,
well I would find a smile too true.
Or alteast avoid laying tile with permanent glue.

If I were you...
           I'd be free,
                         I'd be anything,
                                       I'd be nothing of me.
      Thats what I wish I was.
      Skip the hype,
      burn the buzz.
      
Make me a dream
Seal it with your fingers
Leave the white label unclear
Dont let me see under your face
Just might linger in my new memory
Staining the clouds of which fill the sky

                     I'm the only one here.
                     This place seems so empty,
                       Just like the hole in your soul,
                         a discarded path, of which there is....
                                           no direction to go