A Midwinters Tale
Every turn another twist inside the darkest heart
Watching.. waiting behind eyes so dark and glazed
So dreamed into another space
That the mind loses sight of whats in front
To cute to care, emotions drowned in flames
of chaotic hedonistic nightmares
Open for anything, with a price too high
Crazed reactions to perceived wrong doing
Wanting all wanting none
Whisperings in the wrong directions
lost sight of conversation
lost into internal oblivion
Forgetting the question why?
Lost in the tasty ambrosia
Fantastically and utterly blissed out
The genie that came with 4 mirrors
granted every wishful thinking memory
Watching the phases in the moonlight
Wanting to grasp the beams in hands so tight
Stretched and received
What was granted by mirrors
Lost in time and thought and space
The past and present clear
Lost chances, lost stations, lost positions
Alone, to the world, yet wanted none the less
Counting the sheep to to the sound of the heart
going faster past the eyes
The clock is flowing until the alarm
The mirrors can do only so much
Things must be spoken, things need be said
Not quite sure the mind thinks in care
The twisting of fate, not real, nor warranted
What madness she brings to the table
Loved the moment, in time with the dance
Electric and rampant and free
Bridges must break, all contacts will fade
A memory contorted in glass
So how is this beauty, preserved in the mind
This action intensed by its meaningless wanton
This creation of such fantasy and improbable dreams
A contraption that twists like eschers paint
Leave it lie, live its memory, kill its demon
To love a moment, is to love a thing that never happened
Nothing ever happened, the now is all there is
Memories, a trick of mirrors, but beautiful in shades of splendor
Watching.. waiting behind eyes so dark and glazed
So dreamed into another space
That the mind loses sight of whats in front
To cute to care, emotions drowned in flames
of chaotic hedonistic nightmares
Open for anything, with a price too high
Crazed reactions to perceived wrong doing
Wanting all wanting none
Whisperings in the wrong directions
lost sight of conversation
lost into internal oblivion
Forgetting the question why?
Lost in the tasty ambrosia
Fantastically and utterly blissed out
The genie that came with 4 mirrors
granted every wishful thinking memory
Watching the phases in the moonlight
Wanting to grasp the beams in hands so tight
Stretched and received
What was granted by mirrors
Lost in time and thought and space
The past and present clear
Lost chances, lost stations, lost positions
Alone, to the world, yet wanted none the less
Counting the sheep to to the sound of the heart
going faster past the eyes
The clock is flowing until the alarm
The mirrors can do only so much
Things must be spoken, things need be said
Not quite sure the mind thinks in care
The twisting of fate, not real, nor warranted
What madness she brings to the table
Loved the moment, in time with the dance
Electric and rampant and free
Bridges must break, all contacts will fade
A memory contorted in glass
So how is this beauty, preserved in the mind
This action intensed by its meaningless wanton
This creation of such fantasy and improbable dreams
A contraption that twists like eschers paint
Leave it lie, live its memory, kill its demon
To love a moment, is to love a thing that never happened
Nothing ever happened, the now is all there is
Memories, a trick of mirrors, but beautiful in shades of splendor