I want the world
I had, I hated
It came with
Simplicity
In all its
Complexity
Welcome back
The broken days
Where it's so
Easy to feel
Cold and lonely
Than just lonely
When in a full
Room, half empty
Maybe
If I close my eyes
The world
Would've created
A perfect myth
Some mystery
For me to sit
In complacency
Along a beaten track
And quiet ways
I'll be home
To kneel
Before the twenty
Wrongs that made me
Thousands of tries
Failed and failed again
These are the days
I belong to now
Where the simplest
Joy was to write
Now is a task
To fullfil
I'm sorry, my love
My story was halted
Quickly faltered
But I'm here again
And I don't
Want
To
Leave
Again
Welcome to the Window
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.