i get flashes of reality quickly consumed

in the fog of existence and the thoughts i exhumed

are lost to the grasping fingers of understanding

a dancing light on the edge of my sight

that teases me through the futility of life

and torments my slumbering mind into action



this is not a lethal wait but it can be a kind of deception

vanity is a heavy weight fuelled by a constant rejection



no rational perception of the meaning sustained

i have no pain to measure but the concept remains

high and illusive a briefly glimpsed bright

hall of awareness where my soul is in flight

a strong evolution of humanity's ground

a large inhalation of both meaning and sound

based on a primitive urge of exploration



this is not a lethal wait but it can be a kind of deception

vanity is a heavy weight fuelled by a constant rejection



they say that music is the window of the soul

look through the frosted pane at the melody of my heart

i am the dreamer yes i am the only one

i have been victim of obsession from the start

she came then to me in a cloud of tension

disguised by perfume of lovers affection

maintained a silence kind of rejection

nervous of feelings she was just too scared to mention

but i was staring deep into the lake of despondency



nihilistic nightmare on which i've embarked

my soul is exposed to the truth that is stark

and no one can help me solving this rare conundrum

but the world goes on spinning the sun comes again

washes fear from my memory clears doubt from my brain

the awesome eye sweeps past into the distance



this is not a lethal wait but it can be a kind of deception

vanity is a heavy weight fuelled by a constant rejection