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.