You say I've changed you,
well,
you've changed me too.

We fell into dream  .  .  .
So deep underwater— gasp,
  .  .  .  Lips grasping for air.

I wish just for once..*

I was the one being loved.
Drop everything for a hug.
I could be happy.

I didn't come last.
I wasn't judged  by my past.
Somebody would be happy to see me.

I could drive for the day.
Put my worries away..
I wouldn't feel so unimportant.

I could live my own life
With out all the strife
I wouldn't be so broken.

Just once.

There's a house on the street
There's a room in the house
There's a bed on the room
There's a man on the bed

He has a mind that flies
A soul that blows
A heart that loves
and a force that cries

An idea on his mind
a struggle in his head
the words that he can't find
to express when he'll be dead.

There's a poet in the bed
with the spirit of a child
a spirit driving wild
the end waits just ahead.

As I lay here
My mind turns blank,
Though flooded with memories,
Only one moment
Lingers.
I could be
Remembering the smell
Of freshly packed hay
And crisp callouses on your
Fingers,
Or the way
Your hammock would swing
And I would sing;
You'd lie and say I was a
Singer.

As I lay here
Bound to one thought,
I wish I was not.
I close my eyes
And see that she smiles
The same smile
I used to have.
I open my eyes
And see it's still dark,
So I stare at nothing.

As I lay here
My breath lingers
As if it could catch up to you,
And then stay.
As I lay here
I find that my fingers
Are tapping the same rhythm
Your heart used to tap.
As I lay here
I sing without choice,
And in your voice
I hear I'm a singer.