How can I forget
When memories are glue
A perfect moment in a late night
That still draws me to you
In the background of the mind
I see with different eyes
Though in the spotlight of thought
I remember what underlies
On the surface nothing's real
To fool yourself is to be a fool
I long for divine truth
In a place that can be so cruel
And I'm still taken back
The warmth of a soul and cool of a room
Pitch black with an empty audience
Left with certainty, confusion, and overwhelming gloom