My saccharine youth will hurt one day
bring forth cold tears that burn
my cheeks now lost in spots and lines
my heart aged with concern.

So delicate is this perfect time
afraid to see it go
I hold my breath as present turns
now past - a flake of snow.

My sunny days of youth melt fast
what if I can’t look back
Infected with nostalgia’s curse
I’m poisoned with the past.

And even if I dare to look
it will be through some lense
so warped and cracked, redacted past
an act of self defence.

The water b’neath me brings me close
this chapter’s near its time
I’ll slowly breathe and carefully watch
the life I love pass by.

Now listen well and hear this tale
Of a sixteen year old lad
Who with his wit and flying skill
Made two great countries glad

The chasm was eight hundred feet
Across Niagara Falls
The travelers could not get across
The steep and spray soaked walls

“We need a bridge”, cried engineers
A modern thoroughfare
But how to reach the other side?
We cannot build on air

A rocket or an arrow? No.
But what about a kite?
Let’s have a contest for the youth
We’d have a start, though slight

The people came with kites prepared
For fame and a reward
And Homan Walsh was very first
To span the gorge with cord

A string, then ropes, then cables spanned
And soon the bridge was done
The mighty falls could now be crossed
With string it was begun

And every great accomplishment
Began with something small
Remember Homan and his kite
That bridged Niagara Falls

Two lovers lost from each other
fell into deep despair;
parted after a brief embrace
after morning prayer.

They could not come together, yet  
were never far away.
Sundry errands kept them busy
with duties of the day.

Twice, they stole away to unite,
their compulsion was such.
Their agitated longing grew
with every glancing touch.

Evening brought with it a reprieve
from their despondent plight.
They rested peacefully at last,
entwined all through the night.

Over Silesian mountains
Somewhere beyond black seas
There is a forgotten dream
Conjuring visions of peace

Go your own way, go now, go
You are meant to lead, not follow
Walk on, fly by, sail ashore
To the land that you adore
Go your own way, go now, go
You are meant to lead, not follow
Walk on, fly by, sail ashore
Go your own way, go now, go

Many lives faced the dream
More of them fade to black
But in the eyes of the eagle
There is no turning back

Go your own way, go now, go
You are meant to lead, not follow
Walk on, fly by, sail ashore
To the land that you adore
Go your own way, go now, go
You are meant to lead, not follow
Walk on, fly by, sail ashore
Go your own way, go now, go

Their hearts are worn on sleeves
Determination so earnest
Merely calm before the storm
Quiet before the Tempest

Go your own way, go now, go
You are meant to lead, not follow
Walk on, fly by, sail ashore
To the land that you adore
Go your own way, go now, go
You are meant to lead, not follow
Walk on, fly by, sail ashore
Go your own way, go now, go
Inside the city walls
The static is meant to frighten
Those who await the call
In the echoes of the siren

Go your own way, go now, go
You are meant to lead, not follow
Walk on, fly by, sail ashore
To the land that you adore
Go your own way, go now, go
You are meant to lead, not follow
Walk on, fly by, sail ashore
Go your own way, go now, go

There are many roads to follow
Some of them are painted red
Yet as long as we march on
No one can declare us dead.

Something whispers deep inside me
"You are the apocalypse."
So I set my pipe beside me
And think "I'm too high for this."

Something's wrong within my psyche
Something I cannot control
There aren't many people like me
Or at least I think so

Sometimes I am self-indulgent
Sometimes I am self-aware
Sometimes I'm completely present
Sometimes I'm not even there

Sometimes I am lost in space
My reflection is not my face
I see what's behind the veil
On the waves of consciousness I set sail

So what is this abomination
Deep inside my fractured mind
I remember all the people
That I may have left behind

And so I will not remember
With the help of drugs and *****
By the time it is September
I will have nothing to lose

Little did they know
That I had a mind of my own
Everything you've done and said
Will come back to bite you
By tomorrow you'll possibly be dead
Act like the devil and you'll meet him soon
Little did they realize
Of what I am capable of
All of those little lies
Have grown into a dead tree
And I'll torch it
As I watch all of the secrets
Vanish like lives
And then you'll die
Goodbye

You are always framed by light.
from the day I met you, until you left.
each time, regardless day or night
it hurts me now, i feel bereft.

You are always framed by light.
Late at night, in your car, framed
by the fading bulbs of the stadium, so bright.
sitting in your car making letting feelings be named.

You are always framed by light.
In a dingy basement, by the blue strobes on stage
I knew then and there, that what I felt and said was right.
Finally accepting it, felt like turning a new page.

you are always framed by light.
In your room, alone, the sun creeping through the blind.
it made your hair glow. and made me forget my fright.
holding you as we poured out our hearts cleared my mind.

You are always framed by light.
That means I am in the dark. I want to start
living in light, with you, without fright.
but the feelings that stop me remain in my heart.