You can’t talk
I can’t lie
Killing slowly
Our love did die

You can’t think
I can’t dream
Nothing was
As it seemed

You can’t hope
I can’t bleed
We should never
Of done the deed

You can’t see
I can’t hide
Relationship
Suicide

You can’t feel
I can’t run
Both our hands
On the gun

You can’t laugh
I can’t cry
Time to say
Our last goodbye

It is over
We are done
Just like watching
The dying sun

Wishing things could have gone differently
Drudging up the past in your mind
An inflicted state of morbidity
Words spoken to yourself are maligned

Replaying the same mistakes over and over
Negative mantras of your life
How do you hold onto your composure
When you are full of so much strife

Your midnight nightmares of mental torment
Illusions played out in your head
Like psychic tortures causing your descent
Intellect hanging by only a thread

Trying not to make the same mistakes again
Your future in total disillusion
Wallowing in anguish you are condemned
To a bygone institution

Come fall with me
Let us stretch our arms
Above our heads
And just simply fall
Feel the sublime
Celestial air
Let the divine friction
Burn our hair to ash
Let the thunderous rushing
Sound roar in our ears
Filling us to the brink
Fall chest first
And let your heart guide you
Like Cupid's missile aimed
At a lover
Don't be frightened
You can hold my hand
If you so desire
This is not irrationality
Ground is just a false rumor

Part 1
The snooze button empowers me to the veto the day
However some Congressional sub-committees on time and financing appear to be overriding my action

Part 2
I have played with clouds
I have seen moons drop past the horizons of distant worlds
I have talked to Solomon, Moses, Jesus, Muhammad, Siddhartha, the Dalai Lama, all of his incarnations, Gandhi, Ben Franklin, Abraham Lincoln and soldiers returning home from countless wars
And I have been disappointed thousands of times because you have awoke me before I was fully enlightened

Part 3
You should have warned me before I said something stupid
Why don't you ever signal me before I over draw my checking account
You could of let out some kind of peep telling me that the dog was about to crap on the floor
You are good for nothing

Part 4
It needs to be over between us
I am in love with pillow

Your mind's eye is turned inward
Looking at a distorted image of yourself
Droplets of imagination
Falling into your pool of thought
Static brain ripples
Traveling outward
Crashing against the sides
Of your mental boundaries
Those self created boundaries of
Hindrance
Exposing your ignorance
And I
Standing outside the walls of your mind
I see the real you
Through nothing more than a peep hole
Looking deeply into your exposed soul
All the while you stare judgmentally
At your minds eye image of yourself
I can see your light
The part of you that is diamond like in clarity
And until you awake
With full realization
Awareness
And understanding
I am alone

My thoughts are a prison

My imagination a stockade

All that I am and all that is
Contained within me a bastille

My room is a correctional institution

My home is mandatory confinement

This community is a reformatory

These sidewalks, these streets and
the road side signs a penitentiary

The television, the radio, the news
and all the crap they want me to
buy is a jail

The lines and borders drawn on a map, policies,
politics, governments and religions
are a fenced pen

The forests, deserts, rivers, streams,
lakes, hills, swamps, marshes, mountains
and oceans are a cell

This planet, its moon, the stars and galaxies
are a vault

The universe contains me
It restrains me
There is no escape