Slow dancing though the world I once knew,
Trying much too hard to track down all that once was me.
Tripping down the faerie tale lane that I used to know so well.
Let the dreams take me where they will after all that's been.
Never a matter of when, but where.
Let that which you are carry me away into what's been so wholly lost.
See the world through blinded eyes.
Know there's no stopping the spinning alleyways.
There's nothing like you.
There's nothing like me and you.
I forget the will to care, the will to stand before it all comes down.
Never an emotion for taste.
Write with broken fingers for endless copies.
Worldly wonder of what the difference is between what I am and what I want to be.
Desecrated endless ironies shakng the foundation of 'I'.
Quiet moments of aloneness and tired reveries.
Forgotten things I thought I lost but never had.
There is the endless night-day spills.
Feeling wide open and uncaressed in the dream.
There is no escape because there isn't a thing to escape from.
Endless, and endless and echoes in the emptiness that is all.
Never, always, forever.
End.