as i wander this city alone
wiping the sweat of my brow
and see the dust and grime
on my kerchief as i wipe my face

the mind it seems to be distant
sees your eyes and smile
feels your warm hand
and aches for your light kisses

the loud noises here
the soot filled air
its just the body here
as my soul is with you there

the day passes too slow
and the nights dont let me know
time teases me with its two hands
making me wait for your love

so you create me
and show me the beauty
of your other creations
then desire fills me

the needs and wants
pain and joy
prayers and pleading
then the lessons of karma

and then back to the dust
did i ask to be created?
or is this a game you play
to **** your boredom

i dont want your grace
your bliss or pity
my only request not a prayer
just uncreate me

this party has been good
the people, learning truths from lies
some laughter, some cries
but its the time in between

those are the toughest times
conversations of my mind
as i sip the spirits of thoughts
in these bars of time and space

mingling with the crowd
of solitude, despair and hope
i keep looking for the exit
and suddenly meet you at the door

Am on a new drug
guess its working
a placebo for my condition
my reflection a little less hazy

her words guide me on
prayers i think they are called
take me to the other side
breathing becomes easy

thought i saw land
or was it a glimmer at a distance
should i row towards it
or let the sail take me there

my feet firm to the ground
gravity so unkind
but the bright colored balloon
wants to unwind

the weight of my body
digging in
the string holding it
in my palm so thin

i am jealous of its sways
and it's free spirit
i release the balloon
wishing i was it

as i see it soaring away
into the skies
i look down to the ground
back again to all the lies

i held her hand
the transfer of warmth to cold
she smiled and glanced aside
should i continue to hold

the hesitation in her mind
like a boat being told
to trust the sail
and throw away the oars

i wonder each day
aching to know
what she meant when she said
go with the flow

you can hardly see it coming
as it starts forming, builds its rise
you see it
almost too late

its coming your way
it picks up speed
gonna slam in to you
almost too fast

then you hold your ground
the sand below your feet
running towards it
almost feels like fate

and then as the wave hits
you find yourself still standing
you feel blessed and realise
its only your faith