Walk along dreary, grey streets,
find your way through humanity...

Swirling beauty,
shunning any ugliness...

Abandoned by the doubtful strength, left to hide...
The music rages on like a freight train through...

I sit in my room
Patiently waiting the arrival...

Remind me of those old stars
you gaze upon in moonlit skies...

What happens when you die?
Do you wander among the clouds...

Dear Dad,
It's been awhile now, have you got my messages...

Faded memories sleep in dusty frames,
lining a wall where the words meant everything...

Mindless scribbles in a margin,
eyes vacant of hope...

Fireworks explode across the pages in my mind,
Taking me back to the first time we met...