If I were to close my eyes and open them only to see the same damn thing
Would there be any justification in my going to sleep merely to dream?
If a soul were to lie there empty and emotionless would you doubt the being?
And if that person woke day to day what monsters would they be defeating?
Do you understand the situation and the illustration that I'm slowly creating?
Or do you mindlessly fit in, smiling not for you, constantly cherading?

Dilligently counting the minutes and the hours as they pass you by
Dreaming of fleeing down that runway but never daring to fly
Claiming all your life of the magnificense you would bring.
If only you could conger up the courage to spread out those wings
So are you really a caged bird, or some one with a lost soul, to sell?
Your sympathies leaking through every crease or do you wear the mask all too well?

Because I could wake up with out this feeling and not be empty
My life's ambition would not be lacking if you saw fit to forget me
But where would that lead you, back to the crowded road you travel?
Or would your life's tapistry and all that you are begin to unravel?
Is the little hand ticking backwards against the "acheivements" of your life?
Can you honnestly say you've completed enough of the puzzle to suffice?