Monday, June 17, 2013


When thoughts seem to be unreal

And dreams get untrue

Sounds don't reverberate

Muse becomes blue

What's said is less than known

Words lost in a maze

Eyes hidden in frown

Stares turn to shoegaze

All humble wishes of childhood

Exaggerated at start

With time they've grown old

To let love not get hurt

Welcome to the new age drug

Soulless speech of heavy noise

Passive metro dreaming

A life made out of choice