Castles in the Sky
I thought I would have a little exercise. I got tired, though, and there are still places where I was going too hard for the rhyme. Sometimes people want to write, and they know how it should sound, but they don't have the right words. I think that this time I knew exactly which words I wanted, but it was hard to make them sound like what I think.
He met her at the school, in the park, or at the store,
He didn't even really know her name.
The details aren't important, it all just seemed to click;
The same old moth too near a brand new flame.
He didn't want to think that he had been right here before,
That all the steps from here to there were known.
It's much more fun to fabricate the details that you want
Than face the fact that you are still alone.
But for now: the "hello, how are you?"s,
The nitty-gritty pleasantries,
And everything just seems so new;
Free form prescripted by our boundaries.
We're building, building castles in the sky.
Has it always been this way?
Keep gilding, hiding more with every try;
We'll have it perfect any day.
Drag a little lace to the window at the top,
Add some paint at the seam between the boards.
Pull it down, prop it up, always keeping it the same;
Who cares if there's a substance under form?
And there's a place at the top of the tower
A little light seems to shine from the dark.
A minaret seems out of place, it's just a structural disgrace,
We can't allow a deviation from the mark!
So keep building all your castles in the sky.
It'll always be this way.
It's so thrilling, I'm sure, I remember all the times
When we'd always laugh and say
We're building, building castles in the sky.
Let it always be this way!
Well, now I've finished my little castle in the sky,
No more castles in the sky.
Truth be told, though, I intend to keep building castles in the sky. Hopefully, at some point, the substance will fill out the form, and I will stop asking if it's always been this way.
May you know Joy,
Chris
He met her at the school, in the park, or at the store,
He didn't even really know her name.
The details aren't important, it all just seemed to click;
The same old moth too near a brand new flame.
He didn't want to think that he had been right here before,
That all the steps from here to there were known.
It's much more fun to fabricate the details that you want
Than face the fact that you are still alone.
But for now: the "hello, how are you?"s,
The nitty-gritty pleasantries,
And everything just seems so new;
Free form prescripted by our boundaries.
We're building, building castles in the sky.
Has it always been this way?
Keep gilding, hiding more with every try;
We'll have it perfect any day.
Drag a little lace to the window at the top,
Add some paint at the seam between the boards.
Pull it down, prop it up, always keeping it the same;
Who cares if there's a substance under form?
And there's a place at the top of the tower
A little light seems to shine from the dark.
A minaret seems out of place, it's just a structural disgrace,
We can't allow a deviation from the mark!
So keep building all your castles in the sky.
It'll always be this way.
It's so thrilling, I'm sure, I remember all the times
When we'd always laugh and say
We're building, building castles in the sky.
Let it always be this way!
Well, now I've finished my little castle in the sky,
No more castles in the sky.
Truth be told, though, I intend to keep building castles in the sky. Hopefully, at some point, the substance will fill out the form, and I will stop asking if it's always been this way.
May you know Joy,
Chris