Can I write you? Can I slip into your eyes in search of words to describe? May I move as a soft caress upon your skin,

Seconds tick as years go by, both the same to me. Time and space be mere illusions..… nothing’s as it seems. Like the wind, we’re drifting on

Try on for trying. Cry on for crying. Die on for dying. Fear not to fear. Hunger’s deep burning.

Does it matter what you do or matter what you say? Does anything mean anything when you live Groundhog Day? Is there a way to please the Gods

Got circles in my mind, but words don’t help me find, so I stare at the world to watch i… Got circles in my mind, in the pond of space and time

There’s less than two hours to walk in the sand. To sail the wide oceans and see foreign lands. There’s less than two hours

Too many nights, too many times I’ve woke in sweat and had to find a way to push you out again, and pray once more that this will… That from my heart you’ll finally…

Have you perhaps, held on too long to the place you call home? Have you let too much time slip by… avoiding the unknown? It’s hard not to be scared of chan…

What lies beneath a sea of numb where ships of heart were taken do… Sunk to the bottom with the one I hated and I meant to drown. For in its hull it carried pain

Holding all I hold that’s mine. A modern king. The gifts of time. Allot no grip nor means to hold. Today in grasp yet drifting old. Begotten days become as sand.

Bah ratcha tas contavalaz you rase-neflapher’d wagicaud! Condaver haufin polysnip! I’ll tell you just where you can s… your pi-calogin traginine!

I want to write a song today from… Won’t paint to kill the dead saint… that I’ve been praying in the dark… and wishing the bathwater clean in… I hope to finally find the strengt…

A silent end, a fading friend, an… A tear-stained eye, a question why… A solemn stare, the mirror’s glare… A slow walk home, still there alon… Where do you go when all is lost?…

It feels like I’ve been around to… Every tune has become the same old… Every plight’s just a fight to no… cuz there’s no way to win. And I can’t help but notice as I’…

Each path we walk, it forges somet… a step within a stair. A line part of a rhythmic pattern and we’re unaware. We’re so wrapped up in what’s befo…