I've been sitting here,
Dwelling upon a time where I no longer live,
Where your voice has been calling out to me from the darkness.
Caution, the past reads to me,
"Proceed with Caution".
You're a stranger to me but so terribly familiar,
The epitome of unknown territory.
With the allure of a once recognizable ground,
Seductive, blue-eyed trickster that with one sharp glance had swept me off my feet.
Set ablaze,
Forever appropriate burden of timeless enchantment.
Attachment,
Insatiable hunger to quell these building thoughts,
Longing for a time in which it's impossible to return.
What shall be our fate?
My lost friend, the time traveller.

I explain my metaphors with metaphors
I don't know how else to express
My thoughts that sit in clutter drawers
And leave my mind a mess

If you don't understand my comparison
I'll just say it in a different way
My thoughts still shielded by a garrison
Suppressing things I need to say

sometimes more time is all I find
deep inside these insides of mine
I look to the sky wide eyed
if I could fly I might defy my kind

I search for my sight, I can't find
any kind for these eyes of mine
those lies that I lied beside
come back to bite me from behind

the vines entwine inside my mind
climbing toward some kind of sign
I find myself when I hide
if I saw the light, i might go blind

Pen and Paper are my only friend.
They know my deepest secrets,
And all the words that I've withheld.

Pen and Paper are all I need,
To finally be able,
To feel relieved.

Pen and Paper,
A Cigar and a Lighter,
Take me to a world
That I can only dream