Consistent structure
Can't fly free
Could you spare some time to play with me?

How do you thank someone
For showing you the sky?
Freely and blissfully high
Is the only way to fly.

This limitless new playground
Is filled with my closest friends,
And potential new ones
I will keep close til the end.

Have you ever had a candle
that instead of giving bright relief
would not be properly handled
and only brought you luminous grief?

A strain is placed on my eyes
As I struggle to engage in a story,
But for a story it is coarse and boring.
That sleep comes early is no suprise.

Medieval life - could this be real?
I could get used to the nobility,
But I know this rainy night all too well,
It brought me reluctantly back to reality.

Through a world increasingly graceless
We walk with hope-
Barely enough and on the thinnest of ropes
As those who surround us fade to faceless

When we dance with a fine partner, fire,
The most lovely of events transpire.
Flames lick the sky,
a few wonder why,
But all hearts are freed of desire.

You may forget you exist
When the urge to burn - you cease to resist.
Such dance can only enthrall,
screaming Fire, more fire for all!
To whichever God you are thrall
Pray we don't run out of Pekasol!

Whats up? Life, and all that comes with it
Whats up is a pain that brings me down
Whats up is the  opposite of me this time
Its where I ought to be, but down is the where that im now more around
Whats up is whats high, a mile high, but thats not where I am
A transition from up to down but still on the highest point I stand
Standing but changing position always and not knowing how
But the how isnt the why and why is something I know from head to toe
Which is why my head hangs so low in the sight of a new place to go

But a new journey brings me high for a reacquaintance with the sky
That I had been too low to see from my subsurface window
For a time too long for just me to know
A time thats a distance from the last places called home and
The homes that the loves of my soul call their own
So leaving the distance behind sends whats down to whats up
Its that charming moment where a realization wakes up
And through eyes not my own I see but dont see
The once original past that made whats up whats me

All throughout these nights I sleep
I dream of a place forever deep
Into my mind delves my heart's desires
Which mask all for which my mind did long
They hold my thoughts near eternal fires
To force from them a truthful song

Here I see my passion fly free
But where and why and what I do
Is of no consequence to me
For I cannot tell the truth
From the beauty of my reality
So this fleeting moment I shall adore
I have my dreams and nothing more

A rarity when you may find
One who can not be satisfied
By an imposed monotonous grind
Even without a search, do trust
In them a treasure does reside
Its key is but a passionate lust
For those who, from the truth, do not hide

A night without fire
Exquisite morning sunrise
Absorbing quantum mechanics into my mind
In this book - music I won't find.

To find the capacity of your love,
Let it go-
I long to live in an old dusty piano.

A day without a sunset can feel like a year
When you're a million miles away from all those you need near
In those few seconds when the light disappears
You can find what you need to forget those fears

You can ramble on, lost and alone
Trying to find a place that feels alright to call home
It's only when you stop looking that you realize
You left your love in an old pair of eyes