Every practice plans for their performance
Their shining center stage light
Waves of applause that blow through the audience
Toward the ears like wind through a field of straw

Every love needs its hate
Or it would not be true love
Every hate needs its passion
Its reasons and its commitment

Much like love
Much like friendship
Much like the mechanics
Of this phenomenon of life

The clear road is frequently traveled
Where the dusty and the dark road
Bare foot prints of a lesser scale
We are all afraid of the dark sometimes

The improvisation of the art of art
Allows the hair to stand on forearms end
Eyes water when you reveal yourself
As if given a secret you'll never fully be able to tell

Far from home and away from the one's I loved
I see them in my mind as clear as this blue sky
Worn my old boots to the bitter sole
Heart is burning like a train full of fresh coal

In the place of intellectual wisdom
Burns something else that replaces all books
All reviews, all movies, and all of television
In place of modern entertainment is another reason

No, not where Achilles once tortured himself
Or Parnassus with his walking stick counting ticks
Sincere are the wishes of the one's not to be remembered
Forgotten so not to have the facts twists & dismembered

Twilight reeling my hands wash themselves in the sky
My eyes blink as I think of my lover skating on her ice rink
Each smile a second and every laugh lasting hours
When I met her I gained a new kind of everlasting power

On the hill the soldier stands
The war has ended, he's got blood on his hands
His mind is bent, dented, thinking
Dropped in the ocean diving fast and sinking

At night
We dream
As the seams
Of the world

Unravel
Split
And flee
Into the wind