Head.....

Features distorted in the flickering light. Faces are twisted and grotesque.

Silent and stern in the sweltering night. Mob moves like demons possesed.

Quiet and conscience, calm in their right. Confident their ways are best.....

Eric? Calling Eric...

But dreams don't need to have motion
to keep their spark alive
Obsession has to have action
Pride turns on the drive.

The snakes and arrows
a child is heir to
are enough to leave
a thousand cuts.

We build our defenses
in place of safety
and leave the darker
places unexplored.

All my life
I've been workin' them angels
overtime.

Riding and driving and living
just over the edge.

Where would you rather be?
Anywhere... Anywhere but here.

When will the time be right?
Anytime but now.

Some are born to move the world
to live their fantasies.

Most of us just dream about
the things we'd like to be.

Sadder still to watch it die
and never to have known it.

I turn my face to the sun
close my eyes
let my defenses down

All those wounds that I can't get unwound.

For my father and my brother
it's too late.

But I must help my mother
stand up straight.

This ship of thought is ready to sink

into an ocean of subconscious ink.

So, like a tug in the waters, thrown and tossed

the demons arise, once thought were lost.  

Too many rapids keep us sweeping along.

Too many captains keep on steering us wrong.

It's hard to take the heat.

It's hard to lay blame.

To fight the fire while we're feeding the flame.

My heart elates in joyful fits

for its fire has been lit.

I'm in love....

with the couple with matching hats.

On SUndays I elude the eye
and hop the turbine freight
to far outside the wire
where my white-haired uncle waits.

Wind
in my hair
shifting and drifting
mechanical music
adrenaline surge