Realization

we've always left
things unsaid
and it feels like the shot spun me around
violently
hastily
like a slap in the face

never realized
somehow, we're standing here
together

i've tried to fill in
the silent, empty gaps
to the point
it grows heavy with realization

i've let the silence stretch between us
till the things we say
are those lies?

realization
cuts deeper into my knowledge
till whats left is confusion

loved you from the start
but we met halfway

halfway down the line
if we meet in the middle
i hope realization would find us there

Broken Hourglass

our time together seems so frail now
and im running out of oxygen fast

in between the gaps of my shadow
i've let your light in
just before my dawn
you are my morning star

silver threads among the gold
and as time passes by
the gold fades to grey

time
impossible to go against
hard to weave your way back

so now
our time is running up fast
i'll break through the hourglass
into the cold light of the day
and mixing up the sands of time
ages will start unfolding again

and somehow
between the complicated pathways of time
time is still all we have

and somehow
silver threads among the lost
i'll find you again

Illusion

there are too many roads to lead
too many paths i'd give up
too many things i'd choose

just too many
i wonder how long it'll last

while the slow draw of dusk
makes me close the blinds and turn away

even if you stayed
maybe you would still be blind

if the blinds draw down again
maybe i'd give up

cuz i've got too many paths to lead

Standing Ovation/ Centrestage

and sometimes i feel life's a show

i stutter and i stumble
up down. centerstage

and a round of applause

thank you

no explanation needed
no offence taken

acting

but after the curtains draw down
i draw down the blinds of my heart
my dusk is always there
never leaving, never changing

i need a dawn to wake me up

and after the ovation is given
maybe i'll hold on to my options
my plans

my standing ovation
they are just lies for my success
my boosts for my ego
my dreams of fantasy

they are never a reality

and i'll take the centrestage again
this time
all of you can hold your applause

Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow (Or Somewhere in Between)

from what has become
to savour only the adrenaline
from what was of yesterday
and whats gone for today
gone forever tomorrow

and it all fits in
he was yesterday;
she is today
i am tomorrow, or somewhere in between

now i wish the adrenaline was saved for last

and somewhere in between
marks pauses
defiance
inactivity
insincerity

and some adrenaline

and the silouettes from yesterday
will haunt today
and torture tomorrow

but somewhere in between
the lines draw thin
spared from the echoing chamber of lights
blinding for all to see
captivating for all to turn away

he had been yesterday
she was today

i am tomorrow, or somewhere in between

Inside Out

sometimes
all you need
is to hear your own thoughts

everything
ever so still now
clothes parting
sun setting
moon rising

and its like drowning in a sea
when the water is just up to your ankles

so hear me out now

i may never be free from the world
but, as the darkness grows heavy
somewhere in there
i know there's light

its not your fault
that nothing ever grows

and days pass
and we're not growing any younger

soon
it'll be time
for our eyes to open

maybe mine is open
maybe yours are

maybe our lives
are just looking from the inside

out

Every day, Every Minute, Every Second

no one knows
how much i miss you
every day, every minute
every second

no one knows
that i think of you
every day, every minute
all the time

every knows
that once in a while
he creeps into my mind
like a ripple
across the surface of my mind
every minute
every second

no one knows
that once i start
i cant stop
the thought of us
from crossing
the barrier of my mind
every second
every minute

no one knows
when you're around
time only exists
in mili-seconds

only i know
that i want you
to be there
in my head
every day
every minute
every second

and no one knows
when you left
you took part of me away
that day
that minute
that second