If I showed you would you see
What lies inside a colored dream
Would you wonder as I do
And wander into a broken seam
And ponder how the fat bee flew
Far and wide I’m hopeless
Blanketed in blue
A shallow stream with floating cars
A moment too late
A chance taken too soon
I wonder if you’d find that true

Sometimes when I am driving I pretend they are after me.
Anyone going the opposite direction is an innocent, oblivious passer-by; they can't know that I’m on the run. It would foil the plan. Those behind me are the enemy. They hope to quietly apprehend me before I reach the state line. I floor it going uphill. I turn the corner at the stop sign. For a moment I've lost them, out of view. I slow a bit, enjoying the few seconds of a victory drive. Then, suddenly, there! In my rear view mirror there's another one! I reach over and turn up the radio, just a notch, and smile. I am Bonnie minus Clyde.
And they are never going to catch me.

The cry of the wounded
Brings me to tears
When my heart yearns
To howl with the wolves
Why must one suffer
For another's elation?

Puzzle pieces he used to fit
A lock and key that once were
As perfect for him as he for them

In the growing parts of her soul
She knows they’re no longer
All the things they used to be

Nothing left but days of old
Some days are peace and so past
Are those once pleasant circumstances

In each of their deepening hearts
There are mounting thoughts in the soul
Hoping and embracing the change
                                                        of tune