I am looking for you,
with heart and soul kindly,
Seeking your traces,
ever so blindly.

Time and wind,
So fast and wild,
leaving footsteps,
at where you smiled.

Meet me at the shore
where I stand today,

and maybe this time,
you'll choose to stay.

Hey sleepy head?
                                                          ­    Where are you tonight?

Are you standing in the corner?
          Over by the white christmas lights?

                                                        ­                   With a miscellaneous mug,
                                                            ­                                   Stolen from not-your-kitchen cabinet.

Are you not ever tired?
              Do you never sleep?

                                                         ­                                                    And when you do,
                                                                          What could you possibly dream?

                                     Of red and white flowers?
                                                *no

  ­   Of bombs destroying towers?
               no

                                                Of illustrated novels about foxes?
                                                          ­                                           no
Do you dream of anything?
                Or is your soul as empty,
  
                                                                                                    As your eyes seem to be?
                                                             ­                       And when I kiss you,





                            *why do you turn away from me?

It's not a big deal unless you make it one.
You can get out of things if you pack up and run.
But just cause you're gone doesn't mean this is done.

I called you early
Because the last time
You
Showed
Up
At
The
Curb
20
Minutes
After
I
Called

Do
Not
­Yell
At
Me
For
Showing
Up
Late.

Once, flying beneath an overcast sky,

Out of nowhere, a bullet hit its wings!

Was seeking for remedy, and for help;

There the eagle cries on an old oak tree.

Cold silence shatters
Awaken the shrill voices
Of minds in the night

Do you recall pain?
Remember the restless nights?
Now they are your fault

The tables have turned
Time is on the other side
Of this agist world

Now you are the problem
You invoke the sleeplessness
I hope you're happy

We are not