I wear a watch that does not run
Stopped at exactly midnight
Or at least somewhere around there
I haven't checked in a time

I wear my empty heart in my eyes
That clings in dark circles
Making dark my listing gaze
I haven't seen much though

I wear my thoughts out loud
Oh wait, no I speak them
Right, but if I could wear them
I wouldn't be so upset

I wear my deepest desire
Most secret and guilty it is
On my voice, in it though
I can't sing such unfairness

I wear on most of all
Though I feel like stone
Weathered by drops of me
Dropping down, and only down

As the dust gently settles
As cold weather sets in
Will you find your way?

Will you remember the way
Through grasses long passed
On paths unknown and unpaved

There was a time, when once
Forgetting was found, in us
We were bound to be undone

As dust settles
In wintered lands
Will you find your way?

It's late and I work on my self
I write out the colors of my heart
and I paint the words I forgot to say (when we were together)  
I stay up late, working on my art

that is to say, if I had one

I ride hip hop beats late into the color
I learn to speak a language I made up
I speak in tongues, when actually I said nothing
By a lamp, and it rains, but it never rains enough

Awash in the color of a sound and
I feel that loneliness that you feel
I speak the same empty grays you do
And I wonder if I will ever heal

I wonder if there is a place where I
can belong, where I can do no wrong  
simply, until then I will never know, yeah
I just plan to keep going, while staying put

So I guess, I'll sit in silent wonder
Listening to the hum of fans
When all is left to be torn asunder
What is the point of making plans?

What was the point of spending that money
Or spending my time on it for that matter
What was the point of watching those films
Or driving around so ******* much

If in the end it doesn't even add to anything.

I remember standing, somewhere on that rusted dock, the river boat on the murky waters of our flooded city.
Deep fogs and smog set on the setting sun, and we just rode over the gentle currents of the deep.
Over the sunken houses and cars, over the parks and apple trees. I remember looking out on the white cedar swamp, near the
shack we built atop a mountain. Sky scrapers stood out of the water, waning in the current of a new world, and we
road our river boat on.

I don't feel like sleeping right now, not now
Even though, I know, I have somewhere to go
Oh so ******* early in the morning
Even when I would normally then be glad
That as I am in bed, resting my weary head
That when I woke I would have a full day ahead

Yet I do not feel like sleeping right now
I have this feeling, this creeping in my head
And when normally I would love to sleep
Away from problems and plights alike
Away from anger and that stupid night light
I want to say all I have left in life unsaid

But, alas and alack to bed I must go, you know?