Empty

To Kurt
How do you see me?
In the dreamland of fantasy

Take my hand and follow me
To the mezzanine floor of destiny

Open your eyes and see
Do you really see me?


The time is running out
The sand storm is falling out
Dreams are running dry
Flowers seems black and white

Tough lost its grip
Smell lost its stench
Rainbow lost its grace

Desire to hold on
Make me just a hollow felon

How do you see me?
Weaving a basket through unreal fallacy

Cutting a web out of dreams
To make a tangle of destiny

The kind of sympathy
I never want it for me

The Gods may have their plan
While we all sit and age
Fiery stomach has been in the driving factor
Leaving passion burned out in the backyard

Roby