I am buoyancy bottled,
Folded and swallowed...
I dreamt a dream of lovers weeping,
Tears of soul slowly seeping...
Nine in the dark, hundreds in the light,
Why, I ask, do we cry at the first sight...
In the midst of concrete jungle
Where dreams live, life tangles...
There is no point in writing around in circles
washed words, pallid moonbeams of sorrow...
It used to be so innocent,
This heart inside my chest...
Pitter patters of little feet
no longer run beneath...
In my life a garden grows
Behind a faded fence...
Through the Links in the Fence
As a kid I always had these dreams where I could...
Nobody's child cries alone in the dark
Soured milk mixed in her tears leave a mark...
Electric magma rises as the phoenix-
Longingly recalls the sweet words of agony...
How quickly we forget the past
and what it means to fear...