They said when you’re down,
When behind every smile is a frown,
Take a quick drive and you will reach
A special nook by the beach;
All these people passing by,
Still it’s you who caught my eye;
Street lights and cars chasing each other,
Crossing the roads and random stops on the corner.
The noise tried to catch my attention,
The lanes changed route and confused my direction;
But perhaps this time, I made the right turn,
Perhaps this time, it’s fine for the walls to burn.
Perhaps this time it’s worth the try,
And finally, there’s no more saying goodbye;
Whatever it is, only time can tell,
But I’m hoping, this time, it’s for the best that I fell.
So here’s the key, go and take the driver’s seat,
I believe I’m ready for a whole new ride and enjoy it;
Perhaps this time, we’ll make it,
Perhaps this time, it’s worth it.
Her mind is a painted sunrise
With complex shades of ice and fire,
Surrounded by shadows as night dies,
Screaming whispers as it retires.
A beautiful mess of tangled thoughts,
Abstract scenes just like the sky;
Tossing and turning through the lots
Of every when and how and why.
Haunted by ghosts that never go away,
Feared by the unknown from the other side;
Disturbed by the truth of today,
Doomed by the lies in the wild.