Times flies as the petals fade to bloom
When the lavender stains the mist scented
The aroma will polish your fantasies purple
And send your souvenirs to dust
Leaving you winded,
   and alone

I don’t know why I am scared
This is all familiar
All seems recent
I need to escape
It’s not easy
Letting the past rest
Dig the hole and walk away
And only look west
Count the pebbles
Throw stones in English Bay
This place is called home
This urban paradise
The only place I want to be
Times changes the tides twice a day
And people grow apart

Phantom butterflies attempt to defile metal
Pour gasoline on the cultures masquerade
Eat the remains of a tainted youth’s rebellion
While their wings collapse and rip the law
Of reason apart
Mocking their majesties’ and burning their silk
Letting the pillars crash to the sand
Leaving only the exiled to pick up the ruminants of a
Flourished dream

Shake the love from your chest
Let it die with your last "I remember when.."
Roll away the stone that barricades yourself from yourself
Let your impulse make the wrong or right decision
Its not the long walk home, that will make your actions turn into vulnerability
But the courage to face them, makes the harshness disappear
And you had no right to take this heart,
So *******,

Sleep tight
It is time to dream
Rest now darling
Tomorrow you will see,

Dream child
The black night will do you no harm
While you sleep, dancers dance
And poets speak

Don’t worry; your parents will be fine
The loud noise wasn’t a thief

Wisdom comes from those who lived
Remember that
Live and let go
Sleep

I’m not a **** I'm reckless
Im not a *****, I am confused
Pulling at strings
Grasping for an out
Trying to figure out, up from left
Wondering if birds are truly free?
Or if they’re chained to the sky
Like that one guy said

The cocktail dress split hope down the screen
Letting that reoccurring dream compel me
Into memories of you
The clink of my cup
Shattered sobriety with the pain of daybreak
The ice looks like crystal but only something that will disappear and overflow your glass is standing at attention
The bar stool cracked, empty and the faux leather ripped, and torn
Cougars and MILFs strut down the bar top
Scanning tonight’s bachelors
I sit behind, for my dress is long and flannel
Heavy, hot making me sweat and stink
I run faster than a cheetah in my mind
Tearing doors and bridges apart
Speeding towards the sunrise
Attempting for the *** of gold
The cocktail drips from the table on to the floor
A puddle I will eventually slip from
Hair in my face
My ankle sundress reaped with alcohol
I stand up, look around
Towel?
But all I see is you
Walking back slowly retreating to the door
Leaving me to deal and regret the decisions
I so poorly execute