One minute, one minute long
As the seconds go by I try and be strong
For I know you can see it
But I won't admit
That my hands are shaking and my heart beats fast
That I can't stand here too long or my body turns to a plaster cast
I guess it's too late because you already know
That in the scope of things I don't like to show
Anything about me to anyone like you
Because we're so quick to judgments
That we where them like a tattoo
Exposed to the elements and wrapped in plastic
Only being ripped off when we feel enthusiastic
I refuse to let this control me
I refuse to let it be the admission fee
I enter with no remorse
In order to finish this course
To expand my mind and look beyond
This sacred bond
That we all hold with each other
With no judgments for one another
And as the air is thickening
And clocks ticking
I say thank you for listening
to this vocal instrumental conditioning

I play the game
we wonder for.
The one we can’t control.

The only one
we hunger for.
The one we must console.

Before you left
the walls were dark.
I’m trapped inside this space.

Streets pass us by
disappearing.
Who’s to win this race.

Eyes dry,
vision cloudy,
waning.
Slowly,
most certainly always trying to be,
trying to exist,
becoming a part to fill in,
to fill up,
to overflow.
Never.

Cinematic sunsets and hot air,
my face is a net for fantasies.
For their idea of me,
their idea of what he should be.
Images we've seen are painted deep,
ingrained in the folds,
but those ideas were someone else's,
someone else's distortion of what's in need.
What's needed?

oh, how easily we fall
tip-toeing toward the edge
victims to our own habits
changing
adjusting
living for speed
trying for depth
searching for more
more
more
more
more devices
more de-vices
vice for you
for me
broken under the weight
falling like ashes
carried by the wind
wanting

Suggestively selecting songs serenading sweet-sixteeners.
Saying soft somethings.
Supporting satanic systems.
Sweeping sonnets.
Slang symphonies.
Symposium suspended.
Goodnight.

Cellular creations constantly causing creative complexities.
Carefree condolences controlling courageous creatures.
Can't contribute crimes–consistently crumbling.
Countries collapse.
Cities combust.
Cry out.

We once shared nights that lasted forever.
     It was that time in which I realized who you were.

You were the sheets that kept me warm at night.
     That's when I knew.

You were the light within the dark.
     That's when it was real.

You are for me, what I wasn't for myself.
     That's when it became fear.

I told you things had changed.
     It was heartless and cold.

Now you wonder why.
     And I, what if .

Her body was exposed.
I traced every curve with the tips of my fingers.
All over until I reached her face,
A new face,
pure and bright.
A face I'd never seen.
Twisted and tangled in the sheets,
She sang with a soft and gentle voice.
Like a boat slowly rocking in the water,
Knocking against an old wooden dock.
The wood splintered and rotted,
And then I was back.
Where had my mind gone.
It went to the beginning,
To the last place I ever saw her,
To the last place she was even seen.