Too
Much Falling Into This LifeThere are shadowy figures in a box,
My last chance, it slides serpentine over the wall,
Clutching regrets, so close to my chest.
I barely breath.
Bolt up the windows, doors, hide in the dark,
Emerge only to give myself a fighting chance.
Reality is prison.
Dreams are peace and love and freedom and mountain highs...
More that you just can't ignore.
Souls on a search, lonely in the silent halls
They look so dusty and gray.
That is the souls. The halls.
But gods once walked here.
This level of the absurd in which
The truth goes by unsaid, a winged beast
No one can name.
Though everybody tries.
A tear slips down my cheek
As the heart begins to rip at the seams,
No outburst screams....
And of course by the end you know
The image fades.
All these people... rows and rows of faces,
Eyes dark in the theater, a mirror
Cracked on the ceiling.
A deep well I can peer down into.
Did you see me falling?
Through an open window I can see me dying
In my own special way;
All around me is breaking up
And the party is getting out of hand.
Sometimes in moments like these,
It catches me.