always on the outside i'm still looking in
behind ***** windows of desperate chagrin
step lightly on the surface of memories that fade
a nomad lost in my own desert of elusive shade
branches crack under my feet like broken bones
blown about by storm winds searching for home
white light still graying in the perspective of time
endlessly tolling my  heart beats with the chime
and i'm constantly fleeing, afraid of my fate
i breathlessly watch as the days still grow late
slip on the ice spinning out of control
i'm an ember yet glowing but turning to coal
ashes fall from the sky swirling before me
colors are reeking but the sound still tastes sweet
frostbitten feelings march forth from the past
and i still use my shirtsleeve; rub a hole in the glass
but still i am waning the wax slowly drips
sweet terrestrial wine, a dance on my lips
tips the balance and spills clever cunning away
and still the moon rises, ending the day