Thoughts bombared my mind,
I think thats all fine.
Isn't it the way we twirl,
Before the evening light.

The narrow line
I swallow

And the things I never finis

In the beginning and in the end
we all thrive for the same thing

and for that thing
time doesn't change
while its forms may never be the same

but the causes of all our battles won
and the end of the every lost heart...

here lie a women and a man
but who they are

nobody knows
and yet sorrow feels our eyes

and yet we can't help but wonder
and yet time still dies

and our grasp has slipped away

we can neither go back
and the future we await

stuck in the present past and time

but what we know isn't in our mind

for you see I only know half the story

and the rest is only for you to find out
but look and you will see

what time has laid out for thee

don't look back forward march
and remember
look before you cross the street

I've come and gone
and never really heard what you've said
and yet you've never heard what I said either
and yet I still care
and wonder
and wait

it's like living a dream
a see put never speak
and just watch as the people leave

standing at the corner I look up to see
a person waiting for me
smiling a little to show my teeth
a try to catch up to the person in the big crowd

tripping back on fallen hope
and getting hit by
the pain of the fallen people that have played the game

living so hard and living so free
makes my dreams part of reality

but who cares
when I'm just stuck with the crowd
getting pushed in pulled in the cover of the flow

making my dreams so hard to live out
and making me so hard to stand out

but what if I tould you I had a secret
and that the world will never hear it
but if you keep your mouth shut you will never fear it

and the dreams that will one day become reality
will always be there floating by your head
while I reach down
and take them away

to make a wish on them
some hours later

Tonight the city feasts in the dark.
As a drunk staggers home.
Left alone in the quite patter of the rain.
Noticing only the steps forward.
Never looking away,
The sway of a life bumbling 5 feet deep,
Stumbling the streets of a city that never sleeps.

You can watch the world through the windshield of a car.
The knowledge of a constant law.
The racing against the clock.
While the sun and moon seem to always be by your side.
A blink and what you didn't know gone.
When looking straight forward, cars don't move,
Only you really are.

If your not behind the wheel, its even more a threat.
You see the as the driver
But never to understand
The car jerks and pulls under your feet,
slamming against the breaks
Is no surprise to the driver,  only the passenger has strings attached.

Feel the rumble of the car,
The murmur of the engine
Note the swing of your body
And the bounce of the tires.
Continues the cycle
Until cars become out of style.

I'm sick of the sadness
I want to wake up in a ray of sunshine

or have a stranger smile at me on the street

A button that lets you release the pain into light
to make beautiful paintings in the sky

let the worried be flushed down and washed away
but let the life fill up to the brim

make a butterfly not carry the burden of thunder,
but flutter and flap with the wind.

I want a seat next to the director,
and make funny faces at actors to distract them

make the burst of laughter spontaneous
and life worth living