I'm trapped
Inside a house
With a million
Rooms
But behind
Some doors
Only darkness
Looms

Every room I
Enter
Is a chapter
Of my life
But it's always
A gamble
When there was
A lot
Of strife

Ever had
A day
You wanted to last
Forever?
Well in this house
Days never end
Ever.

But the room
You enter
Makes all the
Difference
But all the doors look
The same
Nothing varied
In their appearance

A place like this
Would drive most people
Crazy
But it's
A constant reminder
Of how I've been
So lazy

The thing I like
Most of all
Is the space
Between
The Door and
The wall

The door frame
Is the best place
Of all
It reminds me how old
I was
And even
How tall

But my only
Wish
Is to go back
In my past
To fix all the bad
I have to relive
So I can make good times
Last

My eyes can make you feel obligated...so look at my shoes and tell me you love me...Cuz they'll show you where i been...And if you don't love that then.....let me keep using them to walk away...Because my bags aren't that heavy.... but my shoes are kinda *****...You feel me...I ain't always been in the right place...so don't look me in the face..that body part didn't run the race...But its what you can do with my feet that I care about..How high will you lift me...will you put me in flight....a high night after night after night...Can you love me when my eyes are closed..see that is the trick...and my voice is all you get...not sense...no I mean mumbles, moans, and mashing...do you love the tone...the man behind the eyes...love me when you're alone...Cuz my eyes can make you feel convicted...and my lips will leave you scorn...But my feet won't ever lie...Now what will you say to I...Its ok just repeat...exactly what you just said to my feet...

Walking,
along the ocean line,
a bird flies by my head,
it lands,
still as a stone,
then it flies away leaving it's footprints,
on the beach of my memory...

I continue walking,
but there,
what was that...,
someone has evaded my mind,
and put me in a trance!

I wake to snow laden ground and a frozen lake on my right,
and a warm beach on my left,
but here,
I stand,
in the middle of it all,
in the void of my memory.
I want to move,
but alas I cannot.
I am stuck,
here in the void,
here in the nothing,
of my memory.

I cannot think,move,or even speak in the void of my memory.