banished by her
stern glance
she requires your attentions
but you have none to spare
your mind occupied with
wondering and daydreaming

its the tightrope
between the reality
outside and the reality inside your head
hard not to get lost in
the cycle

she noticed me
but I cannot get beyond
the notions
cannot find path through
my own obscuritys
its hard to see

poison the root of
your point of view
with lawless thoughts that
run rampant on the ideal
that past shapes future and
nothing can inturupt that stream
of cyclical motion

break the cycle
her hand in mine
I need not face tommorow alone
neither do you
I can be there for you
if you want