
I left my toys behind
in the fields and valley's of my youth
but I still recognize them
in their shadows that reach
out to me
now the sun is going down
I wish I could still play with them
but I would break them
or the illusion

I left my toys behind
in the fields and valley's of my youth
but I still recognize them
in their shadows that reach
out to me
now the sun is going down
I wish I could still play with them
but I would break them
or the illusion

I wonder if this little bug that flew to the top looks down on the other critters

The road
to the gate of heaven and hell
is the same

He showed me two faces one open and one showing what he wants I showed him mine an open hand empty and cowardly with a way out I stared at him or maybe through him

When you move into darkness your camouflage will adjust you disappear with silence as your guide hoping to find deep inside the time

I give you something felt from my heart love in so many words what I know I felt it maybe not the words a need is there difference

You stood out from your background a colorful past made you clearer the contrast attracted I will let you grow now I know and trow away the vase

The rain can come in
now my skin is hardened
and shattered
when you pressed me
I still work
on and of
but is that not enough

The words I don't speak
to you around me protect
me
against a catch
in your net
of lies
to me

You are still beautiful
in a curious making way
I am not sure
if you lost your pride
or never had it
it doesn't show
I still want to know
you

If you don't think about it to much
life can make sense

I sometimes wonder
if my mind my mood
changes color
to hide
for me or for you
what I don't know
or feel

There is meaning to find
in life and the things you see
at a first glance you get one for free
that will cost you when you take it
meaning you have to find
not through a glance
but through the glance
These emotions fall
like an avalanche into water
upwards

Sometimes we don't see
that there is a clear separation
between where you want to be
and where you are
to much momentum
will make this... clear

Every sunset you see
is your last