A black man souled me my religion with his silhouetted blues and glit'ring worlds

Carved my faith with an old fashioned mic and tilted cap

I was a product of societies blue eyes and blonde hair

Trapped behind the funeral veil being poured into our rivers from the polluted pipes of reality

I watched God's eye as they scanned the deserted souls of our landscape

Wept floods of sorrow through our illusioned damns of hope

Leaving us alone to tend to the graveyard of our dreams

Questioning the mimicing raven, that can only give the answers we never wanted to hear. . .

But crying would be fruitless if we could see what's coming

Like fishing in the mutated waters of society

Shocking, but expected

Then again leaving the hook and closing the window would just make us irresponsible

So we slip into the sleeping game of time, sliding under the covers of trust

Hoping to find a shield from the boogie man in the sheets

Only to find that the boogie man rest here too

Puts good night kisses in the pillow cases to poison my dreams

And along with these realizations comes the drying of my faith in the old fashioned mic and tilted cap

Because the black man that souled me my religion forgot to mention that all that glitters, is not gold

I fell for you like quicksand

Going kicking and screaming through the heart of you

Slipping soul deep in to the thought provoking grains of you

And in this world absolving love I sank

Drifting into the fullness of us

Or what I thought us was

Because the further I delved into you the closer I got to suffocating

The fullness turned to emptiness and there was no room to move

I ceased to exist

I became her

That girl I never wanted to be

But when you can't see, can't breathe, can't move

Hopes and wishes will leave you

Kicking and screaming

See, I fell for you like quicksand

At first resisting then accepting the fact that I was stuck

Caught up in the muk of we

And if you ask me, we were never meant to be

A couple forged by fate

To teach a lesson like burning stoves

You left me with scars too deep to see

But I learned from you

Learned to trap and flow

Like quicksand

I just want to dream for awhile

Step away from the everyday and relax

Because this daily grind has got me perculating

And this isn't a blend I can sip casually

So let me sleep for a minute

Don't make a peep for a minute

This here and now needs to become nonexistent for a minute

I just want to dream for awhile

Take an unsupervised escape somewhere

Anywhere but here

Maybe there I can find myself

Sitting on a beach embracing the sun rays

Where she looks so happy

I look tired

I look like I need to dream for awhile

Get caught up in the image drenched clouds above my head

That are dripping thoughts into my eyes

Weighing down my lids

Just let me dream, if only for a little while

There are things we keep in boxes like hearts and wounds and words

There are things we keep in boxes like feelings and failures and dreams

There are things we keep in boxes like what he should be and who she is

And I have told things to these boxes like I love you and I miss you and goodbye

See I hold things in these boxes filled with shame and trust and joy

And I have left things in these boxes like all those things about that boy

And even though they lay  in boxes most of them I can't forget

But there are worlds of me in these boxes soaked in tears and some regret

But I have packed these things in boxes and I have stacked these things in boxes

Because if I can pack these things in boxes I can keep them safe and secret

Because if I can stack these things in boxes they will keep me safe and secret

Yes, there are things like me in boxes