Deep in the night of distrust comes the dreams that make us, us.
In the starlight of the dark the mirror of our soul we realize that it was always.
In the muck of mired reality and mindless noise I find peace under a tree.
Memories flood the causeways and hope finds a boat.
The world must go on, but in our minds we know that we must not.
I had a bicycle once, and felt free.
Joy can be found but must be forced from its hiding place among the crowds.
Tears flow from the hidden parts of our lives, those forgotten gems.
To tear away the truth is to tear away the fabric of all there is to know.
Love lays silently wishing for the days that have gone by.
Waking from a startled sleep I search for source of my trouble.
Say goodbye to the memories of those who must live in the past.