All things that are built fall apart
Even matters of the heart
The road is always turning
Bridges always burning
A series of brief connections
Losing your own reflection
Fall into the pit of your mind.
As everyone leaves you behind
Think of what has been burned
Things that cant be returned
The vapors of ghosts past.
fill your head at last
Screaming pain
You are not the same
You hear a voice, a different one
It carries down the sun
It makes it all right
It makes it so bright
She will get you out.
You have no doubt
A rope appears
It crushes all your fears
You climb up fast
Running from your past.
She holds you tight
As you drift into the night

All our words wear winter clothes
Leaving little to expose
The weak sunlight taps on your face
Slow motion seems to be the proper pace

The air is heavy and deep
A stare we love to keep
Snow falling like fluff
sometimes words aren't enough

We stand in the cold
Waiting for our story to unfold
We don't feel the wind blow
Only our warm glow

Under the dim sun light
Only your blue eyes are in sight
My lips in warm bliss
As we share a winter kiss

A warm breath we share
Its a little bit to much to bear
She pulls away, eyes dancing
She gives her house a glancing

She speaks in a quiet voice
We don't have a choice
She pulls away
She can't delay

She give me a shining smile
I stand there for a while
the warmth still there
I trudge home half aware

I lay in my bed
I feel half dead
Smile still on my face
I drift to that familiar place

We all have puppet strings
They hold us together
They are those certain things
Delicate as a feather

We are simply actors on a stage
Actors come and go
Everyone is on a different page
its the never ending show

We perform for those we can never see
Just sit back and play your role
And  they see, they'll leave you be
Leaving you unaware and whole

Are we alone, acting in fear
Trying to follow everyone's rules
Is there an audience out there
Or is this be the stage full of fools?

Cars fly by on the highway,becoming nothing but blurs.
They race to one place or another,some don't even have anywhere to go.
They just go unknowingly to where they think they will be more happy.
The blurs cease to exist,trading all there freedoms for more fuel to nowhere.
They try to escape there life by going on meaningless trips to nowhere
never going home to where they belong and be truly happy.
People in these cars cease to have any real contact with the world relying on technology
They've traded the joys of hearing laughter and the rhythm of a good conversation for meaningless text and acronyms.
They've ceased to be people at all.
The world became drones only focused on there next trip to nowhere.
No people walk the earth only drones in their cars, becoming blurs...

Open your eyes and look around
Let all the colors seep through you
Let the warmth spread its all you can do
Help your feet off the ground

And just fly fly fly
And see were being leaded by the blind
It time to leave them behind
Time to ask why?

Every storm must end
You just have to see hot to get out
Eyes age, our eyes are fresh see past their doubt
Who knows whats around the bend

In the end everyone goes blind
Before you do look around one last time
See the colors feel the warmth. see the lack of grime
Then let the young see and mold there minds

I don't regret my choice
I regret what i let slip by
I regret ignoring that voice
I regret saying good-bye.

I will miss you.
You looked so sad that day.
You said the words we both knew
Things i was afraid you'd say

As the words fell flat.
we gazed at each other with sad eyes
and that was that
I slowly walk away gazing at the blue blue sky.

Light dances in her eyes.
Her laugh softly lingers
Slowly drifting high into the deep blue skies
She has her life on her fingers.

She wanders from town to town
Making brief meaningful connections
Traveling away from a wedding gown.
She lacks a sense of direction

She hardly thinks, she just does
acting on impulse without a second thought
she does not need a because
she doesn't want to be bought

She runs from herself
her shadow taller then her soul
she wants to put it on the shelf
so she can obtain her goal