The golden orb , craters full of wisdom,
Draws crooked lines, like the alien giant that covers buildings in plastic,
A machine of the imagination,
A creation unseen by the long gone prophets

[2]

A frozen flock of geese
Pulled time from the air
And left me with nothing there
But the sound of an empty street

[3]

Five of seven spent alone,
With reunions on each end;
Insomnia has become his friend
The act of growing gray begins,
As quickly as the wall-clock spins,
And there's a day-to-day person,
I see no other side of

[4]

Background music in the air,
Bruises and my roughed up skin,
Worries, blues: small in betweens,
And a mind to change reality
To better please our hearts and romance,
To better please my musing mind

[5]

Cold blankets wrapped 'round my shoulders,
With sleeplessness and piano keys,
Notes dangling by their tails,
My eyes want to close,
I want to dream:
A dream where we're protagonists,
A dream where we're eternal,
And let my waking match my coma