Words of wisdom
Like a drawing
Scribble them down
Soak them up
Words of wisdom
Thousands of pictures
Each one holds
A memory too strong
Hope you feel better
Hope you feel bitter
My hunger didn't kill
It only made you grow old
And those grim eyes
Were your own doing
Those tears weren't my fault
You just made me unfold
Our words were enchanted
Our breath was held in
We stood on our toes
And never fell down
When the ground was too slippery
Dreams we couldn't grasp
Slipped through our fingers
And we'd lost all we'd found
We drove our eyes
Under the ground
Burning, breaking
Faster than sound
While nothing can quite
Replace the call
Beaconing to us
To look around
We couldn't have planned
The day ahead
We never remembered
The day before
But somehow our minds closed
Upon the boxes
And one at a time
We rotted to the core
If the clock rolled back
It's hands of shame
And took us to yester-year
Instead of today
To fly on our wings
To capture the sun
Our bottles open
Our minds astray
Then washing out these wounds
Wouldn't break the moonlight
That bled from your eyes
From under the valley
And a song not to be sung
Would silence the crowd
While the concert of illusion
Reached its finale
The sleep to sorrow
Was our silent garden
The antidote to sighing
was our own stare
But the birds stopped singing
When days got cold
And our silent garden
Became our despair
And since the speculator
Never gave a damn
Just watched the moments
Break through the atmosphere
A poem and a song
And a love and a heart
Pound onto paper
And slowly disappear