“And the moments die
And you wake up”

And the moments die
And you wake up

The moments die
You wake up



Moments die
Wake up
Falling, ever readily into the mind’s eye
With only desperate hope in the soul
To cling, with all each fiber of the innermost of your being

Why is it that we must struggle so hard
To keep in your eyes the things that we know?
The notions gathered through careful study
Why, I ask, does good have to fade, like day
Back into night, with each waking?

Why must reality betray the truth?

Fixate on the feeling… obsess its contours…
I know the way we ought to be
I know the way things ought to go
I know the truth
So why can’t I love you?