I’ll meet you
At the corner of world
Where the grass smells of candy
And the road never turns

I’ll see you
When you’re happy and gay
In a time where you fly
To a place far far away

I’ll catch you
When you’re long gone
Reach you through the mist
And pick you from the rocks

Together, we’ll play with the sand
Build castles and secret plans
Away from the stares and questions
It’ll be our own little space
At the corner of the world

Secluding the mind from the silent noise
Retracting seems to be the obvious choice
Old wounds now appear fresh

The daylight blinds you
Darkness brings peace
It’s the same ol’ story
Where everybody is happy
But you

The spirits have begun their play
Amidst the solitude
Making their way through the living

Who is it that you belong to?
Me, you or them, they merrily sing

They carry you away from those who breathe
Towards those who live

Shredding the last bit of uncertainty
You move with a vision unclear
Do not be afraid, they whisper
Dancing softly with gleaming eyes
With a hand around your waist
They lead you into the depth of your soul

The spirits have begun their play
And you float along
Into the spirited unknown

Who is it that you belong to?
Me, you or them?

Square Glass Room

The sun sets on the misty sky
The moon rising with a tear in the eye
You stare into the starry night
And wonder why its looking so forlorn

Seeking for answers in places you see
Without knowing what the question is meant to be
Your eyes grow tired
Your body goes weak
Your knees begin give in
And its hard to keep steady

Turning back to the oblivion
Where you shelter yourself from the truth
Reaching out to the shattered face
When you know you shouldn't look
Going round and round in circles
In a square glass room