To travel so far, simply searching
For what I have become
Crossing waters, with fears lurking
Far below the surface calm
Looking down, all there is to see
Is what I missed all along
Staring into eyes, still haunting me
My former self, now lost to wrong
Yet here I stand, no longer blind
Walking on waters still
So much achieved, all to find...
I am whatever I want to be
Studio B
- Mark
- When you need to wake up in the morning, and set the right mood for the day, when you need to escape from the overwhelming everything of life. What do you turn to? How do you describe your core without speaking aloud, without having to talk to someone about it? This is how. Music. Lyrics. Poetry. Do you feel it? Do you? It's here, it's everywhere, locked within you, within the most tone deaf of us. It's begging to be released, become unleashed in a tearing chord, a crying melody, soulful harmony, dying lyric. You feel it yet? It's concealed here, within every word that I write. This is my release. I want you to see it, to feel it with me. This pure expression of every tangible and imaginable emotion known and unknown to man. To me. Welcome to The Window.