The sun a dream whisper
fading into a mist of still air...

The day is a blue dream
you haven't felt since childhood...

Blue is the colour
of his kind...

Shaped by outside forces
but ruled by those within...

Aquarium apartment
face against the window glass...

There's a blandness in the air
that stones me more than any drug...

Everyday
is only another day...

I remember
standing in my lawn...

The sunlight has not yet begun it's death
as the gnostic agnostic...

We don't play games around here,
and in silence we drift apart...

Wasted wanderings, pointless ponderings,
washed out dream launderings...

Behind the Paradise motel,
over the cemetery fence...