February 3, 2009

Systematic Chaos

Remember those echoes?
Did you try to sing it aloud
I hear it rhyme with the beats
Air,its stuffed with your words

Ride the dreams to the zenith
I can close my eyes to see you leave
Blindness show me the beauty of my present
my cold hands brush those warm visions

I fail again to remain blind
the colors clutch open my eyes
to see another new shadow to trace
with a bleeding feet,I glide