I’m a shade of the man that I once remembered
Young and full of promise and vigor
You started to reawaken the dormant joy
That I had kept inside, unknowingly alive

Flowing fully as it once did at my adolescence
A waterfall of perfect effervescence
It brought us times of no regret
Times that only death could make us forget

Soon after then began a drought
The flow began to quickly wither
Something inside said I wasn’t deserving
Of the gifts bestowed by your sweet demeanor

Now I am frail, cacti grow upon me
The stench of death is all that is apparent
The lack I feel keeps me alone and hungry
So I understand why you wish to avoid me

Heaven is when you’re here with me
Living in the present dismissing all the history
Look in your eyes and I see sweet serenity
Your intelligence poring through, that graceful femininity

A glimpse of wisdom and innocence, a paradoxical element
The way you laugh when I tickle you, another clue that you’re heaven sent
I hope these times last forever, but I’m scared of the future
Tense in the present, regretful of the past

You ask, when will I move on, the answer is T.B.D
The truth is you care for me- and desire to see me free
I think we can be, a sentiment that you don’t share
But I want you to be happy so I try to act like I don’t care

So let’s go back to heaven, let’s go on another excursion
Gas tank filled up plus new tires on the Suburban
I want to go away with you, this love is never ending
Because when our lips meet, baby it must be heaven.

Life squeezes by
We react passive-aggressively
What if we grabbed it by the collar
And said "Don't be oppressive"

I confess I've been a victim
Guess I gave myself that status
Let my heart control my thoughts
Then the rest was automatic

Some days I let it simmer
Other days I boil it fast
It always tastes bitter
And the bitter feeling lasts

I'm past all of the lying
I want to face the facts
So I can be friends with life
Share a beer and some laughs.

I don't see the truth anymore
It floats by me like
the feather it is, carrying my
dreams and ambitions

Never returning yet I am
always yearning for its arrival
My eyes burn red with anticipation
for a moment that never actualizes

My life is such that it can be defined
by the feather that glided across the blue