Young Alien Type
Bluelighter
Once a haven, now gone
How sweet our time was.
To touch, to feel
To breathe again.
So many lessons learned
And so many forgotten,
I can't begin to tell the difference
Where reality and want collide.
The eyes of the lost wander
And focus on nothing new
We live our lives so dependant
And never find a thing.
Regretably, growth has ceased
And I'm form-fit, wrapped
In shallow disillusion.
Snug and comfortable, but just
Too damn close.
To open again would be
Salvation
...But recurrence makes the heart grow weary.
The eyes of the lost wander
And focus on what's behind
Always a question, pensive
And never knowing a thing.
The hearts of the lost stagnate
And harden in open air
Given up all
To gain not a thing.
How sweet our time was.
To touch, to feel
To breathe again.
So many lessons learned
And so many forgotten,
I can't begin to tell the difference
Where reality and want collide.
The eyes of the lost wander
And focus on nothing new
We live our lives so dependant
And never find a thing.
Regretably, growth has ceased
And I'm form-fit, wrapped
In shallow disillusion.
Snug and comfortable, but just
Too damn close.
To open again would be
Salvation
...But recurrence makes the heart grow weary.
The eyes of the lost wander
And focus on what's behind
Always a question, pensive
And never knowing a thing.
The hearts of the lost stagnate
And harden in open air
Given up all
To gain not a thing.
