sometimes we wander for days
inside the ruins of myself
like an old ragtag band
the gardens where white boats still float upside down
in the clouds of your eyes
we dig for the last broken piece of your heart
in the magical town
in the beautiful mines
only to get lost and discover the ruby
was stolen in another century
by another indiana jones
I guess in the end I have learned to accept
to come back
with just only a handful of shards
and your smile
in my old ruined shack
word for word I’m writing my book,
making my costumes and playing me
the best I can
I think I am rather good
remembering all those lines that could
have once made a difference
when sunsets felt real,
beyond their damaged magnetic fields
I sang, I danced, I concurred
and when my sword bent from its knees
and I couldn't cry any more
I walked on burning coal through the icy rain
to embrace the forgotten
There’s a wheeze when I breath and this pain when I live
And no wonder our paths come to cross
You’re my Heaven my Hell within you I dwell
Each time my health is at loss
You’re pretty and sweet when we meet and we greet
But your chit chat’s a ‘NO-NO’ because
I am loosing terrain you drive me insane
And I don't know the name of your boss
Your system has crashed your words come out mashed
My story – I say it again
But you’re now on the phone while I play my trombone
and my patience’s being washed down the drain
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