He who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead; his eyes are closed.
--Albert Einstein --

Sunday, October 3, 2010

A Convenient Haze






Tonight as the rain comes down
I've got this music in my head
I need the power in these tears
to help me find what I have left

And in the morning when it's gone
But still rattling these bones
in the sunshine all alone
I'll wish that I could write a song

Bleeding out all the pain
life hits you like a train
the words are all the same
and there's nothing left to gain

Teary skies... starry eyes
like a lifetime in disguise
there's no bars in the cage
so what held in all this rage

Mirror what have I become
Let me put my glasses on
Clear makes a friend of shame
I like blurry... all the same

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