I'm Not Me

“I can’t sleep.

Well the truth is,

I don’t wanna sleep.

But everyone else in asleep.

And the lights are out”.

“I can’t speak.

Well the truth is,

I don’t wanna speak.

But everyone else is conversing.

Spilling their minds out”.

“I can’t work.

Well the truth is,

I don’t wanna work.

But everyone else is busy.

Burning the midnight oil”.

“I can’t eat.

Well the truth is,

I don’t wanna eat.

But everyone else is eating.

And that’s all they do”.

“I can’t learn.

Well the truth is,

I don’t wanna learn.

But everyone else is learning.

Things they’ll never need to”.

“I can’t feel

Well the truth is,

I don’t wanna feel.

But everyone else is feelin’,

Things even they don’t want to”.

“I can’t calculate.

Well the truth is,

I don’t wanna calculate.

But everyone else is analyzing,

Figures they don’t need to”.

“I can’t compose.

Well the truth is,

I don’t wanna compose.

But everyone else is furnishing,

A melody or two”.

“I can’t be free.

Well the truth is,

I don’t wanna be free.

But everyone else has the freedom,

To be some kind of visionary”.

“I can’t escape.

Well the truth is,

I don’t wanna escape.

But everyone else is leaving,

This godforsaken mystery”.

“I’m not me.

I’m you.

You seem lost.

So I am too”.

We Need. We Want

And what we need is just another melody,

To calm our hearts,

And to make us look,

Beyond that fence of disbelief.

And what we’ll do,

To set ourselves free,

From this world of mystery,

If only you could see?

And what we need,

Is just another broken heart,

So we can go back to the start,

And learn from our mistakes.

And what we’ll do,

For  freedom that we want,

A melody we crave,

Or an everlasting faith?

And what we want,

Is not what we need,

And all we’d do,

To make our dreams come true?

Mystery

Will you paint me a little picture?

Some kind of scenery,

To my specifications will you draw?

An awesome mystery!

Be sure to make an ocean,

A deep blue sea;

Some treasures resting beside,

A coral reef!

You have to make some hills,

With snow covered peaks,

Where life and love stand still,

And only silence speaks!

I also want a swamp,

Full of filth and greed,

You’ll have to use the dullest,

Blacks and greens!

A desert with those dunes,

Of grainy sand,

And crops which seem to prick,

When held in thou hands.

A forest is needed too,

Where the rain just never stops,

And all those creepers-crawlers,

Seem to live and rot.

Don't forget to make the forces,

Of fire, ice and wind,

For this world is not complete,

Devoid of all these little things!

Darling will you paint me,

Some kind of scenery,

Just don't forget to add,

That bit of mystery.