My eyes fixated on the rear view
The water is overflowing
The walls are caving in
My body is moving ever slowly

So young at heart
So old in my bones
Weakened by another busy dinner date
Burning and Breaking myself
For something I am merely good at

My childhood dreams have seemed to become something so out of reach

To create new ones that seem more sustainable

Is a rose by any other name

Paint the times in a whim of white and black
Paint the days a foreign red and none other than disbelief
Its going to be alright, if your pain reflects colours

Come into me
Change your days; make them bleed into one,
Don’t worry about the future

Your hair may stand up and your feet,
They probably will swell
But, can you grow old with me


Just you and myself,
Don’t worry about the ever after
Just be,


Always, let it be,

Just let it be

Watch; watch the view, the view beside you
Paint the sky with subtle greys and blues
Watch the wind, dusting the evergreen

The summer sadness has begun
The birds wake me up before my alarm
The springtime construction hurts my ears
And I end up sleeping with my past

The city walks from beneath my feet
Only geometric shapes and sharp colours
No faces for naming
Pink flowers, and eggshell buildings

Break still young one
Hold your candle high
Salvation comes to those who wait

Be still grasshopper
Don’t react so quickly
Time isn’t going anywhere

So still loved one
Weave in and out of the lines
Make some mistakes along the way

Time changes, sweatheart
When you least expect it
It shifts

What now
Found my dream, it came true
What now,
My dream is over and I am left empty

Vulnerability, it fits me like a glove
Running to find some kind of peaceful coexistence
Dressed in stress, killing each other,
Climbing the sale rack

Happiness seems to be close,
So close, but never in my hand
Shaking the tree of solace
Only to disrupt the peace and the harmony

What now,
Now, is time, to find a new dream

These people, these lines we cross
Sidewalk ways, and bike lane woes
In a constant commute,
Up and down the hill

Trees of green, skies of rain
Cloud coverage, and an acoustic prayer
Will you hear me scream?

Another soul, let out of the light
Hidden behind underground rails
No one sings like you,
Not anymore

Trying to drown the wet
Grasping for another vinyl melody
To drift,

Stay with me,
Hold my hand,
Let me go,
Another broken heart's;  Last Stand

Keep me close,
Never let me go
Stay with me,
Let me face, the seeds that I have sewn

Turn on my light,
Let me see the shadows play
Shut my door,
Walk away and leave me;  stay

I should know by now,
Hold my heart, hold my head
I should know how,
To ask you to stay and let it be said