Driven by its consumption
Altered by its meaning
and Frightened by its prevalence.

I am in love with my mind
Should I think another way
Was I meant to think in such delusions
Or should I wait to speak from lunacy.

Impulsively driven but we all loose logic
Passion negating our reasonable mention
But now we weep, trapped by degenerative muscles
Forced to fight for a sense we once had
And the past we used to remember.

She's walking barefoot on the beach
Leaving behind her footsteps in the sand
Her skin's the colour of a peach
A red flower in her hand.

The sun is goldening her hair,
Her eyes remind me of the sea
Her sweet perfume floats in the air
Eveybody's staring.

Her floral dress softly beats on her leg
The jealous wind tried to undress her,
Singing "Love me oh, love me I beg"
The sun hides behind a whisper.

what we think,
it's our choice
where do your thoughts reside?
explain to me
what you ponder.

trapped,
in my own mind.
forced,
to wonder
what if?
maybe if i hadn't let you go.

the needle on the record player,
it's stuck.
your sweet song
the melody of you
is on repeat.
i cannot get you out

there is an exit door
of my mind
an escape from my brain
but
it's blocked.
blocked by my heart

you are the bridge
that i can't get over.
the path
that i have to take
just to see
what my chances are