A mirror exposed to light,
down the shafts of garbage, we unfold,
to seek shelter of the wise voice inside.

Rule the mind, become enlightened,
enhance beauty, between pictures.

We march in defiance to what we seek,
I have been on the road much too long,
to see no end, and to sense no beginning.

I have extended my time,
patiently awaiting your harbor,
your honesty could really be useful,
only if to keep me above water of time,
for insanity speaks of my love life.

I'm telling you there's nothing special.
As seeing mortality walk the green mile.

Please beckon to my excuses,
tell me there's a secret or an answer.

I must find redemption, before it's too late.
I can hear i'm not worthy.
Through the empty words in the books,
pages ring empty and I'm alone.

Yes, Yes

Dig that!

Why do you lay there? "It's the stars." What stars? "Those, the ones in the sky." I don't see them. "Come lay and find them with me."

It wasn't night, not even close. The sun was still rising. I had found my way up very early in the blatant retrospect that I had tripped out of my dream and into the hills of 'Time'. Time being the insisten lingering bully that pushes you when you're down, and pinches you if you day dream too long.

You're dressed very...awkwardly. "In what fashion?" In...no fashion at all. "It's luxury." Isn't luxury something that stands out. "It sure caught your attention, had it not?" You're very blatant. "Or very obstrusive." In any case, where are the stars? "Beyond the clouds, they're hiding like thorns on a rose. They purposely blend in to reflect a beautiful blue sky." On purpose? "Yes."

What is your name?
"Unimportant."
Are you alone?
"Not really."
Can I join you.
Forever, maybe.

You cruise at speeds you adore,
My hunny, you don't know, not too sure.

I've got a speedometer,
clocks you in my heart at sixty-eight.
You may skinny dive, around my world,
Incognito in your camouflage,
but i'm still timing you on my odometer.

A song comes on, sounds so the same.
It affects me so much more than it should.
it makes me wish you were never here.

I distrust your voice in this town,
Despise your bathroom writings ont he stall.
(-you snuck in with me, it was oh so great-)

My lucks on rusted worn out tires,
chasing you around is like chasing a chemical disease.

A cure for this demise in your eyes.
Should have learned the truth when you shot me down
I've climbed laddes,
I've been chasing you around,
but i suppose there's no place for me to stay.

My hunny, don't look that way of this closed door,
I sparked my engine, leaving you in your decor.