I want to look out the window And see bright stars Lights, and shattered visions. I want to see Colors and flying discs. People thinking, dreaming, On the edge of discovering Always not knowing, Always around the corner. The timepiece etched in diamonds Solid, imbued with living darkness And sheltered worlds. Pass the time along rivers Motion, curling smoke and ladies dancing I want to hear bells and raindrops. Scattered droplets of rejuvenation And solitary gongs calling into the depths, I crave to see the night For what it could be.
For what it really is behind Closed doors, and open windows Behind every mind the desire to know Others and people Moving flesh and deep breaths, Sighing into one another Haunted by control, Thoughts of distaste for the lack of Efficiency.
For I fear acceptance, To accept a flaw, A spiraling flood of color A crack in the shield of dawn. The weeds pushing up through Concrete, Trees, skyscrapers grasping at the atmosphere. Shadows beyond the fences And your eyes when I've asked too much. I want to feel the night for what it is. Not for what it could be.