I FIND MYSELF WITH EYES WIDE SHUT
PEERING OUTWARD FROM WITHIN
NO WALLS, NO DOORS, JUST CEILING
AND THIS FEELING THAT I’VE BEEN
LOST AMONG THE BLISSFUL BLURRIES
RUNNING RAMPANT THROUGH MY HEAD
PAINTING PORTRAITS OVER MEMORIES
OF THE LIVING AND THE DEAD
I FIND MYSELF WITH OPEN ARMS
STRETCHED-OUT LOUD FOR WARM EMBRACE
NO BLUES, NO REDS, OR YELLOWS
COAT THIS MOST PECULIAR PLACE
WITH HER YOUTH FIZZLED AND FADED
RUN-DOWN HOPES AND SHATTERED DREAMS
THEY APPROACH HER WITH BLANK CANVAS
AS SHE LETS OUT SILENT SCREAMS
I FIND MYSELF WITH EMPTY THOUGHTS
ALL THE BUBBLES HAVE BEEN POPPED
MR. SCHULTZ COULD DO NO BETTER
FOR THE THINKING TRAIN HAS STOPPED
MANY ROADS UNDER CONSTRUCTION
AND A FOG TOO THICK TO SEE
FEEL A PRESENCE CALM AND SOOTHING
AS THEY HAVE THEIR WAY WITH ME
I FIND MYSELF WITH BROKEN SKY
HER BLANKET NOW FRAYED AND TORN
NO LAVENDER TO SHELTER
‘TIL THE COMING OF THE MORN
RESTING HEAD UPON MY SHOULDER
AS THE BLEAKNESS LEAVES HER MIND
ALL THE ANGELS KISS HER EYELIDS
FOR IT’S HAPPINESS SHE’LL FIND
Updated On: 11/19/07 at 01:08 AM
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