Splinters of reality
Slicing through...
People from a foreign land,
Where they dwell amongst the sand...
Father, you are my tester
The hands that hold my strings...
Backpedaling through time
This new dimension is no game...
Crystalline seas of
Violet and green...
Look at the girl in the picture,
Exposed for every one person's eyes...
Let it be noticed
Shine it through the light...
A feather
Blows gently in the wind...
Cradle every silver tear
In velvet midnights arms...
Adams car
A mouse in the road...
She likes to linger in the background,
When it's her choice...
Resists herself from the fuel she needs
She seeks an image nobody sees...