Boldly go where no man goes,
shattered your dreams by reachin' for my own,
you're fake.
You're far too tall to support your own weight.
world trade.
your goals are my failures,
been starin' at the sun,
Your're blinded by the light,
While I've been makin' moves at night.
I'm not a thief,
but try to play me at night I don't act right,
better get you're eyes corrected,
20/20,
hindsight

Soon the memory of you will fade,
Like the morning fog
Or the distance between us,
A void.

She's a 21st century fox.

Hair tangled up,
Strangled by the bedsheets in her thoughts.
Her Eyes are blue gold,
And if I stare too long,
She just might break the mold,
Of the prototype,
The best of my wishful thinking,
Grab ahold of my nightmares and don't let go til you start sinking.
I got an inkling,
Or a thought,
I won't stop til we get caught,
Then maybe they'll throw us back like two fish out of water.
I've been swimming upstream since before I was born,
So when I swim with the current
Its like I'm trying to conform.
Forlorn and broken
Trade my change for tokens,
I try to cash the chips in,
But I lost them all playing hold em'.

I drink,

Not just for myself, but someone else.

I speak,

But no one listens, so I write.

So you say you been searchin’ for a heart of gold,
 
Cliché,
 
You’ll never find one with a heart so cold,
 
The mine’s filled with water and the troops gone home,
 
And you’ll be left with nuthin but piles of stone,
 
Pyrite,
 
You’ll be laughin til the fool’s go home,
 
I’m right,
 
And you know it cause the truth’s been sown,
 
Put your fingers on the button but there’s no dial tone,
 
It goes 920-68 oh
 
Go head,
 
Think about it til your mind gets blown,
 
And grab ahold of someone so you don’t feel alone,
 
Ozone,
 
I said it cause your heads in the clouds,
 
And the rains burnin’ holes in your **** stained house,
 
Listen close ,
 
let me til you what its all about,
 
its no secret what goes on when the lights go out.

The untraveled forest lonesome,
Roads wind through your heart and back,
Covered with growth since long time past,
The brook runs clear and full of life,
Like blood to limbs,
a glimpse of you is like the seasons,
Always changing but the same nonetheless,
A landscape of thoughts that will never be spoken,
Like the rain across the eons,
An unfathomable wisdom.

Flightless mincemeat waiting for the ****,
 
by farmers plow,
 
below the till,
 
a stir about,
 
an upward ******,
 
up through the earth new life is pushed,
 
through valleys low and skies abound,
 
their colors shake the hardened ground,
 
a life among the stars aglow,
 
Their fate, it lies beneathe the snow.