why is it so hard to be together
when we want to be
even I will run away from myself
but never did she
-
and I am he
what she wants me to be
tied in ourselves
breathing free
from this world
and what it wants to see
every mirror is a word
showing a window and a tree
a man with an axe
walking in a beautiful sun-set
through a sky of orange haze
-
dreaming about the ones gone
as the night begins to wake
sometimes walls become a home
and the world becomes the cage
if we cannot be together, my love.