May we question, may we wander
Out illustrious dreams may cause us to blunder

But fear not, do not give in
Even though the night's mistress may lure you with her skin of porcelain

Today, tomorrow might seem bleak
And tomorrow when you look back, you might think of yourself as weak

Volcanoes might erupt under your already tired feet
Leap away with all your might, don't wait for winter to bring along the sleet

Look into my eyes when you speak to me, she said
I fear doing so I say; for a single moment of pleasure, too much blood has already been shed

Speaking the truth you might think you are
Open your eyes, dreaming you were in the back seat of the car

The tin man becomes human once and for all
Only to be thrown into a tin can, "When you press this button, it shoots a very heavy ball."

The seconds pass and yet no light shines
Always in a hurry, you fail to appreciate the wind chimes

In an age where there's a scarcity of surplus and a surplus of scarcity ,
People no longer wander aimlessly around the city

Structure, form and order
Just another question, Why these borders?

Stop. Look. Ponder.
Don't always do, take some time to wonder.

Walking down the street, you catch a glimpse of the most beautiful woman

And in a second, your life flashes by, she’s with you till the end

Your grave is freshly dug, she sheds a tear

You've not had enough of her, you refuse to leave

She goes home and your ghost follows

She holds a picture of the two of you, forces a smile

Dinner seems to be the most silent and most painful

The television helps, at times

The actors fall in love time and again, this gives her hope

They make her laugh, yet your ghost just sits there. Expressionless

She reads, and reads some more

Books seem to be her new love

The pile next to her bed grows weekly as she can’t stop turning the pages

An old friend visits her, they speak about you

She puts on a smile but she’s not ready yet

They drive down to the fields and the grass clears her mind if only for a while

Your ghost takes a walk and leave her be for a while, but it’s not done yet

Weeks pass, your ghost wanders

She smiles a lot more, even laughs time and again

Once again, she has others in stitches

The second passes.

She walks past.

And yet her ghost just sits there. Expressionless

Broken trust spilled over a pile of ***** laundry
Memories deform as they enter the realm of imagination
The music still plays, even though the dancers are long gone
Curling away from the streak of light sneaking in through a crack in the curtains
Stupid we might be, stupid we shall stay
Believing in ourselves while living a lie

The clouds finally part
Close your eyes and look up at the skies
Yearning for a familiar warmth
Only to be smitten by the wrath of Helios
Wishing for an oasis, only to be graced with an unending mirage

Perched atop the pile sits a suit
Within the suit, a man
Years pass and yet he moves not
He hasn't blinked yet
Aged, has he not
He sees, yet registers nothing
His existence he cannot question himself
As there is no monologue

As the music refuses to fade
The tired feet, start tapping yet again
And then the wine begins to flow once more
***** eyes in the smoky room wander
As men and women transform into gods and soon into dust
Yet, the music plays on
Distant, but still there.

I look away as the words fall into place like pieces of a puzzle 
One that I tried and failed over and over again
The bigger picture was unseen by these eyes till then 
The truth laid bare, yet unbelievable at best 
Ignorant of the ways of the world, until faith was placed in the wrong hands 
Books will never teach you lessons the way people do
Even when they don't mean to 

It had been a long time since a beat had been skipped
There's hope yet, says my friend 
As we drive down memory lane, he stops and takes a hard look at the road he's driven 
As the eyes focus once again on the road ahead, there's no regret, no longing 

The walls seem to be further apart than they used to 
There's a scream, blood chilling and euphoric
Bloodshot though they might be, those eyes inspire and make you wonder 
There's a calm that infuriates the sea
Soon a storm brews and yet the eyes don't blink