Never has there been an escape
Never have I seen the way out
Never has there been a green light
Nor a benefit of the doubt

Never has there been a yellow-brick-road
Nor a lantern to lead my way past
Never has there been guidance
Nor an answer to the questions I've asked

Forever there's been a problem
When yourself is the antagonist
Forever there's been a conflict
That cannot be solved with your fist

But forever and ever we've fought
We fight ourselves and we fight each other
Pain and pleasure walk hand in hand
But never look in the eyes of one another

Never have they met
*Not really

That terrible moment when
You wake up from your wonderful dream
And you realise
That none of it was true
And that you never got back together
With the person you've lost
And that you never will.

And you're just sat there on your bed
Feeling like somebody stole you something
But nobody did,
It's just that you've realised
The horrible reality of things ;
It's just that you've lost
All your hopes at once ;
It's just that you've grown up
A little bit too fast.

But don't worry, it's fine
To feel depressed because
You're not a child anymore.

they approach me during intermission
as I sink into my chair,
a crowd of people I don't know gathered around
nobody speaking to me,
his voice startles and awakens me,
traveling fifteen feet to me, over the din of this crowd,
but not traveling an inch further-
and carrying my name,
which he could only have matched with my face
through a detailed description of the latter
and a memory not common among eighty year old men.

as he approaches I can see him better:
a few inches short than me
with a large *** belly and hair that is thinning, but still present.
His voice is strong, and his eyes are studying
but he wears a hearing aid that look like a blue tooth for an 80s cell phone
and glasses that are larger than the ones i never wear
but smaller than most of the hundred pairs in this room.
His wife stands next to him:
a small woman, filipino
with a soft, almost absent voice and a gentle smile
but eyes that show the extent of her sadness
and the mass of winkles on her forehead and cheeks
make her appear a decade or more older than she is,
that make the three and a half decade age difference between them seem to shrink.

We speak for a minute, we smile and laugh
and then they leave

I hear you about the kitchen sigh.
Neglect those cares for one blissful day.
Time on rushing wings too soon doth fly.
Please daddy and mamma with me play!

Just one golden afternoon of bliss
Over long forgotten book to pore.
Weeping someday you'll look back and miss
Time's stolen moments that are no more.

Forsake internet this afternoon;
Neglect those cares for one blissful day!
Childhood dreams shall vanish all too soon.
Please daddy and mamma with me play!.

Inside of this dark place
There's no room, no space
I live alone awaiting tomorrow
Alone with my sorrow

Beside these walls I am caged
There's spilt ink on my life's blank page
The tears burn as they sear my cheeks
Why does pain only feed on the weak?

The ashes of my burnt heart lay on the floor
My heart will beat nevermore
The empty inside I feel
A pain that becomes so real

Overtaking my bones they stage my smile
I remain its puppet for a while
I am trapped inside crying
I am alone inside dying

The words on the page help ease the sting
Though the words won't change a thing
There's a hole where it's missing
So deep I feel nothing can fill

I rest captive between these walls
Break them down make them fall
Save your breath you won't breath long
As your thoughts are turned wrong

Madness in your eyes
And pain in your lies
You're so trapped
Inside