It is still blurry,
The times you held me helplessly. Holding this flesh that blinked with desperation. The glasses of problems brought to bed. Complete care with a side of beauty. Electric fingertips flowing along my sides. Stunning the flow in these veins.

It is still blurry,
The words that pressed off your tongue. Words that finished sleep and solid thought. The same mouth that has changed lives, comforted family, cursed like a sailor. Giving strength to simply continue. Moving mountains, depending on your approach. Making mornings sunlit on cloudy days. Your sunlight showed this life dissipated darkness.

It is still blurry,
Angst and tension between bones. The tension that can't be resisted nor denied. Giving me the strength transverse miles each way, just to sleep next to your breath. Open this heart, cuddle with its inners. Cut this tension with your actions knives.

It is still blurry,
The elation you delivered to my doorstep. Served purpose in my life. Giving me a chance to release all those dusty window sills in the attic. I complied an archives of you in my senses. The way you gave that heart of yours.

It is still blurry,
The times you settled the fears resting on your ancient dresser. Yeah the one you brag about. The one that held our water during rest, held our alarms to begin another day, and even our books of education shared. We have split these lives in so many directions. All ending in the same bed. Closer than my skin is to its bones. We were one in that bed. One after a life lived in every direction.

It is still blurry,
Your purpose. Actions and words in separate realms.  All it would have took was a phone call. You insisted the benefits. Leaving us in seperate beds, different countries, different mind sets. Why not just enjoy love. Love lost in a storm of self discovery.

Blurry pictures, though hard to deceifer, tell more than the clearer copy.
Blurry pictures show that life, though chaotic, is truly beautiful.
Blurry pictures show the real and raw reality.

Blurry future up ahead.
Will I be alive or will I be dead?
Will the outcome be something that I dread?
Blurry future up ahead.
Take a right then keep going.
Take a left when you see the water flowing.
Keep running along the water.
No worries the fire to your left is just getting hotter.
Dive into the water to escape the flames.
Oh but wait the current cannot be tamed.
Being dragged down so you gotta keep swimming.
Ha! In this game there is no winning!
There’s a Blurry future ahead.
You finally get to the shoreline!
You better make a beeline.
Your times ticking.
You are on your way
But Youʼre tired that you want to stay.
Blurry future ahead.
Keep up the pace.
Life is full of haste.
The world is keeps spinning. And you donʼt even know your place.
Keep up the pace.
Blurry future ahead.
Will I be alive or will I be dead?

Thought there’d be a few more people,
In the bar tonight.
Only a couple cars in the lot,
You parked yours right next to mine.

I was sitting at the counter,
When you walked in,
Looked around,
And sat at the other end.

I looked up from my drink,
To take in the company,
Other than the bartender,
And all at once I felt a little more empty.

My drink went bad,
In a hurry.
Maybe I’d had too much
Or maybe it was my tears,
That made everything a little more blurry.

I could barely see you,
Sitting across the way.
When you ordered something strong,
And pretended to look away.

I looked down at my alcohol,
Tried to clear my mind,
But when I looked back up,
You were already looking this time.

And my drink went bad,
In a hurry.
Maybe I’d had too much,
Or maybe it was my tears,
That made everything a little more blurry.

No, that drink didn’t taste as good as I thought it would.
And I probably drank a little more than I thought I should.
But maybe it was the tears in my eyes that formed in a hurry,
That made everything a little more blurry.

Because,

My drink went bad,
In a hurry.

Yeah,

I probably had too much,
But it was definitely the tears,
That made everything a little more blurry.

If the label on a bottle of poison were more pretty,
More people would choose it over the ugly antidote.
This is a problem we face,
When the vision is blurry.

There are blurry lines in front of us,
They are called the friends and lovers.
We didn't choose it,
We knew that,
We are more than friends but less than lovers.

No one dare to cross that line,
What is await of us in front
Is not a wonderful future.

We have secrets that no ones knows.
Those secrets are a way to prove that
our relationship was real.
We are just comfortable
the way we are.

Those blurry lines of ours will remain there,
until the day we have courage to move forward.

I'm all for peace and the hippie days  

We were the children of the 60s, layin' about and lettin' our hair sprout  

We were influenced as much as we influenced others  

Flower power didn't work, maybe it's just the American way, no doubt  

Turning over all the apple carts, should've just turned the other cheek my baby  

Some say, I went too far, is it because, i've got such a rebel heart? Maybe.  


Hippies have survived since the caveman days  

Sometimes hiding behind societies blurry daze  

Never wanting to upset the nations orderly ways  

Always demonstrating for their true beliefs in a cloudy haze.  


Now it feels like I've been jabbed, with a poison dart  

So deep down inside my experienced, but innocent rebel heart  

That 60s biz was just our breakfast and we hadn't even got to lunch yet  

If I was a new gen baby, I could still show others love and peace, I bet  

Give me a chance at showing you, that I'm not that different than you  

Go ahead, ask me questions, there well overdue.  


Hippies have survived since the caveman days  

Sometimes hiding behind societies blurry daze  

Never wanting to upset the nations orderly ways  

Always demonstrating for their true beliefs in a cloudy haze.  


Not changing my ways, but adapting my ways, is what I need to do  

I'll listen to others and always take your cue, to try and remove the venom for you  

It might not happen overnight, it could take a while, alright!  

Maybe I'll go with the flow or maybe wake-up in a sweat, in the middle of the night  

Let me get my groove back and things will change, we'll go back to the start  

Just forgive me and always remember, I was born with this rebel heart.  


Hippies have survived since the caveman days  

Sometimes hiding behind societies blurry daze  

Never wanting to upset the nations orderly ways  

Always demonstrating for their true beliefs in a cloudy haze.

you're all soft lines
and blurry edges:
like the moments between each
rise and fall of our chests
while your lips entwine mine
with every breath.