I know i might be weak,
falling at the lap of waves touching my feet...

I know a dream is nothing but an image,
my image of what the world could be...

Nothing will ever be able to explain this feeling,
so real, so beautiful...

White stretching across forever
cramped inside an orb of dew...

Air below freezing,
Wolves howl to the moonlight...

Roses open slowly to reveal the color inside,
vivid in their brightness, so gloriously divine...

Life is not a simple thing,
the strumming of bare feet on asphalt...

It hurts to be alone,
for some it hurts too much...

In this land of bright lights and white stars,
why from this life do i apart...

A mirror made of ripples
in the solid plains of steel...

I'm sick of myself
all this crying and sighing...

Sometimes it's better not to know
a message written on the floor...