i remember a time when at least somebody cared,
when everybody had something to care about,
and when nobody went a day without a care in the world.

we can't stop the way we've lived, but we can change how we're doing so

her voice still echoes inside my ear canal before striking the drum,
and i clench my jaw in time to feel the final beat before i hear the sound.
it's me finding another reason to escape this harsh reality and dream a bit longer.


you're only dreaming because you want to, and due to this lack of awakening, you're still searching the brain for reasons to wake up

there's never been enough time on the clock to get it all done in time,
and in time, we're all caught up in the second hand's ticking.
you'd think the disorder of time would've caught up with it by now and
lessened the burden we're carrying as the human race.

*dreamscape existentially and exquisitely for another day

this idea's haunted me long enough
and this house is creaking louder and louder.
there's enough spirits left in here
that there's never enough silence.
the death's filled our heads with love
and the life's drained us of emotion.
we're turning lifeless and senseless before the masquarades unveiling.

there's a lie through the ages
that we're all doomed to a similar end
but when you've seen the end of it all
and think all your time is spent,
you'll see the time's spending less on you
and more on its own reconstruction,
restitution, and resolution for another second
spent out in the night screaming that it's
midnight.  there's no time left for today.

i can't be racist
if i can't be free
i can't be vicious
if i just can't be
so i choose my sights
and i show my way
i'll take my flight
and hide away
from the darkness
that's calling me
it's dangerous
and it's me who sees
the detrimental life
that's dragging us along
without a price
on any other song
that i've written
and that i've sung
that i've been
and when i've begun
to let this all fall
to the floor at your feet
as you find the call
that's calling defeat
of the soul
of the mind
of the cool
waste of your time
so open your eyes
and see what i do
nothing left to disguise
but what thought you knew.

falling
lightly
flight
not quite,
it's still just
falling.

floating
weightless
lightly
through nothing
and still held
on something.

grasping
nothing
tightly
you're falling
deeper now
into life.

your voice is still echoing in my head
and through my walls; entire blocks
drearily sinking deeper into the night
as i shrink into my corner of this block.
i swear i heard you singing that song
that you'd been whispering in my ears
and that i've been humming; i don't know
the words to the music constantly in my head.


                                                           i know the words to the music
                                                          that i'm making up as i go along.
                                                              they're simple in their meter
                                                         and matrices that they're filling in.


i'd written you a love song, but you're gone
and when i see you, i don't think the words
that i'd spoken to you over the phone;
i think in the stylings of love that'd been forgotten.
it seems like they linger through to the dawn,
and they hang on every whisper that i still hear.
they hang around, never quite leaving here.
they're hanging on, and they're still so clear.