Good for a distraction
Forgotten in a second's fraction
No one remembers the lost
Hold on till you can walk alone
Once you're steady and strong
Push away from brought you along
Everyone forgets the lost
He tries so hard to be everything
She needs, only to be second to nothing
Nothing's name is someone else
And he's placed back on the shelf
He joined the lost
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.