where, wide eyed, i will understand
and all the houses will be beautiful
the people, proud,
without minds that are small
take me by the hand
lead me to this, more magical land

is she real? did jack go up the hill?
a teenager in crisis
who does not know how he feels
a girl called something strange

you cannot fool them
they know what to say
and they know,
what to do

Finding, Looking, Seeking you find nothing of any worth in pain, since the birth of this earth run around, see … More

holding me,
like a treasured possession
you scratch and move
till you speak and say strange words

to the west
where time flies
and the dead rest,
sorrow and pain
in love again?

do you remember,
watching your bedroom come alive
not knowing too much
at the age of five
but knowing such,
that this was magical and weird

i heard the sideboard ornaments
as they tumbled and fell
i hear their voices
as they whisper then yell

it is magic
it is the magic
like a symbol peace
it can be something more

it was the dusky dawn
i came crawling out of my sleep
with a parched throat
and ravenous hunger
as i awoke,
i dreamt of something to eat