You tell me I'm too serious.
I only look at the dark alleys of this broken city;
and not the light coming through,
But you only look away.
The elderly and abandoned, who've accepted
that they will leave this world alone and unloved
The people who would sell their soul for something to eat,
Do you see them?  
The world is hopeless, and can't be changed
That's what everyone says.
We're surrounded by cynics, who comfort in believing
that humanity has tread far, far
beyond redemption.
But I haven't yet lost the romanticism that accompanies youth
I still believe I can change the world.
And I'd like to dance with you all night,
throw my hands up without a care on my mind
But when the sun rises
and I make my way home,
I can't open my eyes and pretend not to see
the vagabond children, and homeless mothers
The newborn puppies with nothing to eat,
covered with dust in the afternoon sun.
Who am I, to be ignorant of the wars raging around us,
of the hatred unleashed on innocent people
in the name of God?
And I wonder, how we can live with ourselves
watching disasters pass us by. Watching others go meekly through their silent existences, for whom life isn't a beautiful gift
I want to shout, scream, pound my fists, to do something.
So if you can hear me
and your strobe lights and flashy cars have not yet
left you blinded, this time,
don't turn away.

Absurd loneliness hangs in the air
The faded blue of the berths, and washed out sheets
Sputtering silver paint peels off the overhead lamp
Signs like desperate pleas
Of a train making the same journey between two cities
We're suspended in time, we strangers
who share only a night and a destination
The wheels threaten to stop, leave us here forever
But it picks up speed: a weary mask of courage,
and goes on

i crack a little more
everyday.
small cracks branching out from a rift, i've tried to hide.
one for when i let you go
and when i waited for you to stop me
for each friend who becomes a stranger with the days that pass,
and the memories that have turned bitter
for everything that could have been,
but never will
these fissures that will run through my body
gouged deep by guilt and regrets
until i'm left in splinters

I dreamt about you
in colour.
Our arms intertwined 'round each other's waists
A silent film;
Saw your lips move but
didn't hear the sound they made
Walking down that endless path
Filled with bushes and brambles
For us, the most beautiful place

I remember the afternoon
We made our way down
the same dirt track
And my hand founds its way into yours
Our skin dry from chlorine
I wish I'd found the courage then
to tell you I loved you
and I wanted you back
But my eyes couldn't meet your gaze
And we left it at just that

So there I lay, not wanting to wake
Because you were in my arms,
and not a thousand miles away
But dreams are sacred only because they end
Fading fast until only wisps remain
Wisps which could never replace
having you next to me
But until I see you again darling,
I'll keep dreaming