You can see the walls in her eyes it's holding back the world outside. You can feel the weight of her life. And you know that she thinks it's cold outside.
I took a drink of holy water. (It tasted like the pipes were rusty). I've listened to the words of wise men. (It sounded like their words were dusty).
I want to be new, let go yesterday. And hold on to whatever comes my way. I claim to be true you want yesterday. You hold your ground no matter what I say.
I guess, it's over now. I think, we've seen the end. When our common dream. Falters in the betweens. . Though, I've tried so hard. To make it real. It's doesn't matter now.
As the colors swim in circles. And rhythms shimmer through the chandeliers. As the gods send gifts of balance. And things of distance become things of near.
Atmospheres ever changing colors. Moving around, above and through us. You step into the unknown just to see what's out there. Without a clue what to do until you're in there.