I don't know how to live,
A life at the poles,
Of my magnetically charged world,
Where things always push and they pull.

One would think I could figure,
Which way I should face.
So always I could be with,
Ones I love in embrace.

But for some odd reason,
My particles are oddly charged.
They push me from love,
And attract mostly harm.

If only one day,
I could super heat my own self.
Beat away this sorted chaos.
And rest forgotten on a shelf.

It's weird to be around,
Those truly close.
I've been so far separated,
From everyone I know.

I see the shared smiles,
The connection that's shared.
The deep understanding,
Nevermind, you'd hafta been there.

It's so weird to be around,
Those truly close.
When you walk through your life
As little more... Than a ghost.

Pinch me I'm sleeping,
Just don't expect me to wake.
I'm far... far too tired.
And long ago, did I break

For a field of carrots,
Dangle from the sky.
Hung upon strings
Of clouds floating by.

And as hard as I've run,
As long as I've chased.
Those carrots they stay ahead.
Never allowing a taste.

I've charged over cliffs,
Gone head first into stone.
And my last breath left me,
Many ages ago.

So I lay here now hurting,
Feeling nothing as well.
Perhaps it's time carrots...
Can just got to hell.

Next time I'll get a dishwasher
That's what she said.
The last words she spoke
That would echo in my head

Why can't I be content
To serve and protect
Protection I got
But service, was my debt

I simply can't say
Yes ma'am, straight faced
Unless a sir she see's in me
Hand in hand, no disgrace

But sometimes I wish,
A good servant was I...
As everyone seems to love
A willing slave, that's near by.

When your eyes close for the night...
Do images dance in your eyes?
Glittering from all the magic.
With closed eyelids, from the world they will hide.

And like lifted into to outer space,
I imagine reflections in your eyes, remain.
Floating away from this world.
To a place, that knows no pain.

Closed still are your eyes,
But as mirrors do they show.
A journey deep, into your heart,
Of the places you will go.

Flash forward and you sit.
On top of a heavy breathed steed.
You and your fine stallion are gleaming,
From the glory of your deed.

Flash forward again and your eyes are aglow,
As dance among the fae.
Twirling and leaping from leaf to leaf,
As you dip your fingers, into the sun's warm rays.

And blink you move, but your eyelids they do not,
You're back in outer space.
Racing comets, with no meaning of distance and time,
With an excited grin, smeared upon your face.

And in a flash your back at home,
But to one you've never been.
You, holding dear sweet infant child.
As you're lover, holds your smiling chin.


Do you ever dream so sweetly...
Do you dream of fanciful things?

Or when you close your eyes at night...

Does tomorrow... Just begin?

I was never a lover of distance,
At best, a sprinter I tended to be.

But divides have always been a splinter,
In catching the favorites, that I would see.

Like walking along a creek.
A frog, does my young eye spy.

But he was going 'hop hop',
From way, on the other side.

So lessons from my surroundings,
I'd make note and ponder away.

So over the creek I too did hop,
Next to my little teacher, I would stay.

But I never cared much for distance...
Some gaps were much go wide.

The distance wasn't always the problem,
Sometimes it was the tide.

Of the great sea that laid between us.
It was the season, of great swells and rain.

Still without, all of the miles,
There'd be no sea, no wind, or pain.

Though I wish to walk all the miles.
Just to come knocking at your door.

Time is the real distance...
So I must wait...  A little more.

At first memory,
He saw her face smiling.
A love, far removed from his day.

His life, was coming to be trying.
A story, someone may whisper and say.

From a youth,
He spent his days guarded.
As blows, rained down like a storm.

His lonesome nights,
was his time crying.
For tomorrow, he'd also be worn.

Bad choices, I guess were his calling.
You try thinking,
With bricks raining from above.

All he's left, is feeling the thumping,
Of adrenaline...
As it trickles, out with the blood.

Yet still, mental notes he is taking.
Hoping one day,
He'll make something of all this.

Not knowing if that smile he first envisioned,
Was false hopes,
Or his own, waking kiss.