Dreams, that's where I have to go
fulfill my fate and reach my destiny, so.
Focus on things that matte,r
isolate myself from all those mad hatters

To see your beautiful face no longer
I distance myself and let reality conquer
consume every bit of me, uphold and devour.
I sit down in alienation and let the music linger.

Scenario's of your absence is rather different from your presence.
I then just realize, that your presence upholds hope's essence.
Hope, hope there's a conversation
between you and me, just us for the whole duration.

I must drift and set myself apart
it's what's best, it's mine to take part.
If you ask me, how I'm doing?
I would say I'm doing just fine, resisting.

I would lie and say you're not on my mind.
But I go out and I breakdown for I'm blind.

Finally I'm forced to face the truth, no matter what I say I'm not over you...

with an infectious smile
and spirits higher
than the mountains i crave
my music is blasting as
every
single
problem
i've ever had
simply ceases to exist
and there is no pressure
and there is no anger
and there is no him
or her
or anyone
unless i want them to be there.
my heart never stops racing,
faster than i fly down the hills
and in those glorious moments
i am not angry
or sad
or lonely
because i am simply free

No paints and not one canvas
Nothing sellable at all
But, an artist is an artist
With art to share with all

No profit in creations
No way to sell his works
But he creates pieces of magic
With lots of different quirks

His tools are nothing special
Pastels and pieces of old chalk
His canvasses are static
They're the place that people walk

He's a sidewalk chalk pastel artist
With only digital designs
His work goes with the weather
Cracked pavement creates lines

No matter where he travels
He can work when the muse strikes
But, he has to watch out for street walkers
And folks riding through on bikes

His pictures are amazing
Where real life ends you can not tell
But, because there is no canvas
He has nothing to sell

He creates from chalk and pastels
He is an artist just the same
As those with paint and easels
He just plays a different game

Donations are his lifesblood
An empty cup beside him lies
Stand back and be awed by
His artwork before it dies.

This is a woman I do not know
If she hurts, it does not show
If she cries, she does not seem to know
That the pain will go, the pain will go
Her heart has many secrets now
The kind that she may never allow
Me to know, or me to see
But I cheated
I took a peek
I know that it was wrong to do
But sometimes sister
I want to know you
But know that no matter what I know
I love you darling
I love you so

If you read this
Let me know
If you're hurting
Let it show
If you read this
Let me know
If you're anxious
Let it go

I can feel the warmth of your arm
Your leg
Your side
Do I dare to inch closer?
Do I dare,
Shall I hide?
You've never been so close
Yet so far
Now you're gone
And I'm staring up at the stars
Flaming hot ***** of gas that would burn me up in an instant
Why do I feel so cold?
Without the warmth of your arm
Your leg
Your side
Do I dare to tell him?
No I don't
So I hide

It doesn't snow anymore
Everything loses its sparkle
Under a sun that stings your eyes
And blinds you
But refuses to keep you warm
The frost retreats to the shadows
Like a convict on the run
And we'd join it
But we're chilled to the bone
And the cold sun sits
Upon its throne
We're trapped in an urban ice age
And we groan
And we moan

How can someone so warm be so pale?
How can someone so tall be so frail?
Is this frailty I see?
Or are you a mirror, and I'm seeing me?