The looking glass obscures when I peek closely
More details unravel from a distance,
In a space that looks like nowhere in particular
One step in any direction
Brings me to everywhere in general
That I need to go, in order to hold down the fort
The future unseen til the last possible moment

Losing touch, listening to colors
Smelling sounds, scenes make it clear
Imperfect balance from ear-to-ear
A common crutch, as night floods in
Deviating from the norm
Senses twisted and I am lost
Where does the moon fall
On the map of my thoughts?
Who guides everyone home
When the darkness stays up late?
Our best tech does not compare
To the brightest and best to date
Across the dotted sky, and she was
Clothed in a fine midnight robe just as rare

Everyday I'm picking up signals from everything around me and my mood is dependent on how I handle them. So overthinking is a constant. Sometimes those signals are right, sometimes not. Nothing really goes unnoticed and I pick up on patterns easily.

I've dealt with insensitive types where it's tempting to rip their face off, but there's ways to handle them gracefully and still come out strong.
And even learn something from them.



That's why grounded environments (and people) are vital to keep the ship afloat. Those who help with that get a friend for life.

Same time each night
The flame reaches such a height
A flicker touches your finger
No one is home, out of sight
Of the visual of something unusual
Your eyes bear small torches
All it consumes, as evening shadows bloom
A flicker touches my finger
I'm not one to stare into the light
But I'll hold this fire, all told
Close to my chest, as a true admirer
No longer confined to dusty shelves and forgotten diners

New faces at the gates
Eyes fixed to the horizon
The crew adds many more
At high noon we gather
To the hill, we're met with a roar
Many beasts haunt our minds
And now march up to our door
Holding frame, lighting the torch
Our blades dipped in ivy that binds
Their blood, our sweat, many fears
Buried deep, our souls to keep
To our children who awaken
Not a trace of strife left behind

"Nothing is real
But it's real if you want it to be
(ideas in my mind none self subsisting)

Look forward to life, all your life
Just your life, not a dream
('hello' i've been waiting to meet you)

So turn around you will still feel
That the real is deep inside

And I have opened all my doors
So there's nothing left to hide"

Shoot me down and find
The pieces that will make you mine
Let us trade a tale
Of love and good
Gone bad

Gold will shine in the sun
Nothing but metal in the darkness
Let us make a deal
Double or nothing

Coldblooded in the blaze of the sun
Set the lizards free
Run before they burn
Let us come on in
Lonely boots will echo in
Long after we leave

Pull the strings and find
The puppets that will jump in time
Let us trade a tale
Of love and good
Gone bad

Lonely songs will echo here
Long after we leave
Let us make a deal
Double or nothing

Be we high or be we low
Trouble found is trouble grown
Sky or mud, in between
Rubble is our home unseen

Let us trade a tale
Of love and good
Gone bad

Be we high or be we low
Trouble found is trouble grown
Sky or mud and all unseen

Lonely songs will echo here
Long after we leave
Let us make a deal
Double or nothing
Let us trade a tale
Of love and good
Let us trade a tale
Of love and good