..when the mind ceases to think..

...some organized incoherence.

Thursday, November 22, 2007


As I grasped my first breath, I woke up to your dream
Smiling at your first mistake; waiting to be raised in gleam

A black and white world awaited, for my blood to colour the day
And I did the best I could, but all that bled were shades of gray

I felt I was never enough so I begged and begged in vain for more
With a naive smile cast at me you went ahead to err once more

Then he grasped his first breath and woke up to your dream
Silent to your second mistake he waited to be left unseen

Now that I know much better, now that he sleeps inside
If I could wake up one more time, I'd let him run and hide