we sat in empty parking lots
and watched the ferris wheel
talking about how
we were once
on top of the world

and now at the bottom

exiting the ride
but still syncing
our heartbeats
to the neon lights

Woe are my dreams
And woe that is naught
In time though it seems
All is forgot

As long as my heart
begins to speak,
so long as my mind
starts offevolved
navigating.

There's a
language inside
that bubbles,
bursts in fire,
- yeah, my burning desire.

My soul floats
in the sea of clouds
that my eyes
distends to check
thousand of words
racing up in my pen
to write on my sheet.