A young man of blue eyes sits there,
upon the top of the gold-plated stair...

Histories past define our future,
in the course of distant memory...

Search deep within yourself,
do you really know me...

Look deep inside your thoughts,
in places I cannot hear or speak...

Hints of you ache in my vision,
why can I only see your shadow...

Can you see past your vacant lies,
draw what you see of me...

I feel a ripple run through my chest,
slow evolution daunting my crest...

I look at you, but yet I see an outsider,
never are you the same person twice...

Call my name, but I fear,
even as u whisper in my ear...

Somewhere in the world,
where a birds call echoes the sunrise...

Waters rising,
up past my ankles...

As I leave will you say goodbye,
will you even pretend to cry...