Our hero's and legends
Narrative's of the past
All changed to preserve
The corpses they outlast
What is fact is no matter
Truth is of no mind
Whats is left for us is filtered
Blurred, obscured and confined
We all are lead to believe
Only the wicked do wrong
All detractors are silenced
By the victors swan song
With altruism so lacking
Humility all but lost
Hope in what once was
Is preserved at all costs
The lore of yesteryear
False idols built so high
Lives we cannot attain
Given only after we die

Light my life with candles
So I can see when I'll burn out
Let the flame flicker in the wind
Dancing to the beat of the breeze
Both careful and care-free
Fragile as fine crystal
But still can scorch the earth
Ever present trail of wax
Shows the path I traveled
For better or for worse
Shine brightest in the night
All but forgotten in the sun
Light a fire at both ends
Burn myself out quickly
Before i fade away

I am just another fish
Caught up in the crashing surf
I try to keep on swimming
Try hard to prove my worth

Too easy to give it up
Let myself be washed away
I will save that for tomorrow
If I am beaten by today

Like clockwork, tides will change
For better or for worse
Too high, the tides feel strange
Too low, they feel a curse

Others swim beside me
Some fair far better than I
All hoping that they break free
Catch a break and catch the tide

Spent a lifetime under waves
Drowned more than my fair share
Will the water will be my grave
Or will I get that breath of air

The first coat of snow
Waking up to a white canvas

Pure and prestine
Sterile and clean
Covering the last hints of green

A soft mask
Over gravel and grass

What does winter truly bring?
A reason to look forward to spring

free the beast
you might be scared of what you find
buried deep inside of you
it may not feel alright
but at least you'll feel alive
when you let go of your mind
let go of your control
and let repression take it's toll
triggered by a friend
you were trying to console

it will haunt your dreams so you can't sleep
wrench your gut so you can't eat
cloud your eyes so you can't see
and rip your soul so you can't be
it will strip you down slow and steady
and grow you up before you're ready

the glory days of ignorant bliss
when out of mind and out of sight
felt oh so right
is a time and place i truly miss

Industry meets infinity as I
look out of my window.
Serenity covered by civility,
It's your choice which you see.
Red wine hits my lips as I
look about and ponder.
Is this just another city,
or is this the place to be?
Water crashes on the shore,
as engines hum on by.
Some walk barefoot on the beach,
while others choose to drive.
It's up to you which to ignore,
that made by man or what stood before.
But you will be what you choose to see,
the might of men or something more.