Globetrotter
But no tender in any place of mine
Sire
But not mentally so able
Writer
Wheres all my paper?
Seeker
But the suppression is too many
On this road to lorvey
Why can't I be so many things?
On the phone, a million waves around
On the road, no signs to be had
Thou hands of many strangers
Lorvey, don't come for me
Waves keep you distracted
Signs only exist to establish
Why can't you accept that it will never be?
On this road to lorvey
My feet never allowed to drag
On the bed, unwrapped from even comfort
On the screen, poison enfolds us all
Taking our mind away
To only leave desperate individuality
One hand of another
Lorvey, it can never be a savior
Why can't we learn to love our craving for the poison?
We our only for what embraces us
Land Of The Blue Ponds
Oh, in these meager hours I find myself wondering
Days within I escape
Nonchalant for the setting sun
Over ponds of blue in the wondering world
Have you know we don't commit?
Times of mingling days
We won't stay the same
Rims of white enclose idyllic blue
Days we long to not understand
What may be outside it's depths
What we may find in ourselves
Ponds of blue we find
Its always outside of us