Between the darkness and the light
when restless thoughts run through your head...

Slipping through your fingers now
the mask that you've been wearing...

No one,
sees the light go out...

If it harms none, you
can do what you will...

The princess stood at the top of the tower
and stomped her feet and cried...

The paper rustles as she turns the page
searching for an illustration she can understand...

Night falls
and with it silence is broken...

A simple thing,
a fleeting touch of fingers hardly felt...

Envy burns with flames of green,
licking around the coal black pupil...

From here upon this vantage point,
I have a clear view...

Surrounded by noise
I sit in peaceful contemplation...

Suspended here up high
amid the fickle cobwebs...