through the horrific onslaught that takes place outside we all often will run away & hide
blocked by the heavy impulse between space and time
life is filled with kings and queens the testament of dreams filling their evil wretched schemes...
filter through the duration of time with hopes to climb I once could see but now I'm blind
slowly I climb one rung upon the other until at last I reach a sudden shutter
is it any wonder we have too much time on our hands when will we ever live to understand
shadows block the vortex of a New York mile still to know all the great while
 
life is busy when your making other plans I hope the reader fully understands
become a beacon of light to a hurting world in need of love
cast aside your every care and trust in the giving hand of the master plan
bridges come together but no matter what the weather we can bring on love
life is filled with surprises you can't hide from thee
brevity maybe the best vested brevity in all our apathy
 
so I sit alone in my room with myself all introspective to say the least
sadness blocks the eyes as it comes as a big enough surprise
such as couples running naked into the beach
trying to catch that frisbee way out of reach
what is it that we are to teach
humble clarity amidst the timeless brevity
I am I cried in the midnight hour when no one is around
without a clear view of a sound
time stands still to echo in love's emotional void
 
throwing rocks into the surf as each passing wave cascades
seagulls flock overhead hence the walking dead
the mere vortex of your self expression is out of question
find us a dream but ask no questions
carry yourself well throughout the ups and downs
I'm left as a circus clown painting the town
can't we all just get along