MusingsIt's rainingWashing away the world;There are white roses on the mantlepieceSlowly browning in their crystal vase.The light is amber and greyAnd threads itself around the room,So subtle,Casting a double shadow to every object.It's quietAnd humbleAnd gentleAnd i wish to savour this moment...But savouring takes time, and peace,And a whole lot of sentimentality,And it's so hard to focus on this momentWhen such a fascinating host of others crowd so close for their acceptance...I'm afraid i have let them have their way,And the moment is gone -And it's just me,In a room,With the flowers and the sound of the rainAnd a dull sense of sentimentality, called upon far too late.
WakeI'm dreaming. The scenes are taking on form in my head as we speak, and i watch them behind closed lids; watching the patterns on my eyelids. Don't interupt because they are so extremely delicate...they will break the moment I dare touch them. It's so uncomfortably full in my dreams - like the crush of a crowd all around you, which you stand bemused in the center of. It doesn't matter if you're strangers here - you are all close enough to be lovers.But the dream takes on an awkward tain here which comes with conciousness, and, fighting with feeble urges of sleep, we are reluctantly brought to the surface. The crush is gone; the people slowly fade away; the colour washes out of the horizon. All is quiet and cold, and i am left watching the patterns on my eyelids with the thought that woke me, and realise how alone it is in my head.And i can't figure out if I'm still dreaming.
It's what you do to meIt's the way i wakeAnd the unnnatural sleepThat keeps the dreams in front of me.It's the way i smileAnd try not to thinkThat takes its toll on this reality.It's the look i giveWhen the doubt sets inAnd the way that music means so much somehow.It's the way you copeAnd the way i knowHow important it is in the world you seek.It'd how you change meAnd the looks that break meAnd the way the hope is gone when it was just about to save me.It's the way i tryAnd the way i curseAnd the way it feels THIS GOOD to be in misery...It's what you do to me.