A matter of fear

It’s the same old story - no matter how many times you read it nothing will ever change. It’s a circular path identified in beaten grass that I’ve been wandering down for days. Don’t tell me it will ever change.

It’s a simple defense applied to future tense. I just can’t take all of this being let down. Make a full retreat from the crippling defeat I’ve come to expect by now. Anymore, everything just lets me down.

But its just a matter of fear, not a matter of fact and we’re all going to die but I don’t want to die from that.

Remind me of the words

Can you tell me what it's like living in the black and white?

Remind me of the words. The chorus then the verse. The meaning and the worth.

The meaning of this life? Some reference to a light? God and wrong and right simplified?

Can you tell me what it's like living in the black and white?

Always the Dreamer

There’s slack in the line held back just in case – the reserved of ourselves we let go to waste. Yeah, we all have excuses. We all have our vice. We all have disguises we forget we’re behind. So we’re present in body while mostly absent in mind - held back by our language so much of the time. But if I write something clever, will you blindly believe that I am whatever you can imagine me to be?
I may lie this time… so I don’t mind if you lied.

Summer and winter… springtime and fall. We’re passed by by weather while time tends to crawl. It’s all about the angle from which we perceive and you seemed like a dreamer, just never like the dream…

So let's not lie to ourselves this time. We're losing time on lies when you're toujours le rêveur, mais jamais le rêve - Always the dreamer, but never the dream.