When I close my eyes…
Why can I see the city lights?
Why does everything I write rhyme with fights?
When I have a hard enough time asserting my rights,
Why do I see a starry sky filled nights?
When I look ahead…
Do I see problems of old recomposed? Ask myself
do I know of a remedy to help it all go?
Am I supposed to be living on the outside
Of a life once found never, never, besides.
When I recall…
I see an image in my head of me when I was young
I know the wrongs I did were written down in indelible ink
I get smoke in my eyes, from the hair on my face
Which is burning like old celluloid as It melts and you shrink
When I dream of the future…
I see the stars glowing brightly against a midnight sky
I hear the tweeting of an owl and I wonder why
The past and present can be so cold as to make you older
than you actually are, forging a new future.
When I look in your eyes…
I feel a connection with the universe in you
And with the universe in me as two
As we entwine ourselves around each other
And sink into our dreams, lovers and haters.
Material things get the better of us 