Sunday, September 26, 2010

The Search...

Staring into the horizon, 
The hues in the skies run wild,
The heart won't listen to reason,
Like a petulant,wilful child

The smiles don't come easily now,
they have no reason to stay,
Thoughts go down dark alleys
But they never go away

Don't really know what I'll find out there
with the roads covered in mist,
Just want to break the ties that bind me
To the world they say exists

The vacant eyes, the needless chatter
None of the things that really matter
The gloomy depths of fruitless desire
Wishing? That's playing with fire

The sun goes down with its last ray
and that brings us to the end of another day..