Way Off Far

I want to feel you
I want to know you

Why can’t you see me?
The way I see you?

Can you show me the way to the gates of the living?
Can you show me the way to the land of the lost?
Can you teach me the word that I need to say so that I can see you again?

I hear the clock tick
I hear the winds raging

Why can’t we stop time?
Why can’t you whisk me off my feet?

Can you show me the way to the realm of dreams?
Can you show me the high way that leads to the end?
Can you teach me to never let go of all that will come to be?

I see the bright lights
The bright lights of rapture

Why can’t you help me?
Why can’t you see me way off far

Can you show me the way to the place of light?
Can you show me the way to the soft touches?
Can you teach me to love the way you do so I can see myself again?

I'm Not

He doesn’t see you
He doesn’t recognize you
Losing control

Others may have insight
Others want to be true
Gone with him

Lost in the skin
Lost in the eyes
He is leaving

He is clear as the sun
He is the essence of exhilaration
Lost in the Gospel

Hurried is the sentiment
Hurried is the existence
He takes time

He lives in you
He fastens his heart in yours
Hurried is hers

Where are you?
Where is he not?
HE is right there

HE is love
HE will know
Where am I?

Chains

All of the childhood insecurities of old come to rise
The curvature of it all immortalized by photographs
Adolescence is the absence of an adult frame of mind but isn’t a it a pity; adulthood is cursed with out an adolescent frame of mind
Adequately suffering to consequences of choices knot to me
Now questions of a new path arise
Above us all are stars and from them all which shall we choose?
The wise will choose slowly but the fool will grab at the brightest at first glance

Are we all slaves to our own bondage?

Break the chains
Please!