Living lights in the living room
Waiting for death to play some music
Feelings felt
But the head is missing
And yet I search for it's presence
The words are there
Their meanings lost
In some cotton fluff

and she asked
you've walked down the road

and she asked
you've known all that you've been told

and she asked
you've searched your self

and she asked
why have you searched

and she asked
you've been looking at the other one

and she asked
what have you've been left with

and she asked
you or the other one

and she asked
now that you've walked down the road
can you be the other one

Nothing much there, no, nothing at all,
Just my body and all there there,
Feel it my drinking
Feel it my dancing

Who walks there
A devil or some white light
Some secret of a night
In which a baby cried

A mirror sings to the man
Look, look at me
I missed you so much
I smiled when you looked down
I knew always what was wrong
You looked at some one's idea
in me
and never you your own just as you
Say, stand there and look in to me
I saw and want you to see you
No wisdom, not even alone,
I can shatter if you see your beauty,
Ha! yes shatter, to a new million you.

Few steps at a time
To be with you and
Then may be
Just a dream about some
Songs of shadows & whispers

Was I there when I heard
You take that one step
Could I hold myself
Could I take those few steps then
To cover these last
thousand miles.

New York

A grid with a central park
Cris cross that seems to be
some kinda biggest shopping mall
Stories of minds that touched the
skyline of Hudson High

Faces walking fast
Eyes lost in Broadway colors
People on invisible mode
Waiting for the white hand or
the yellow cab with advertisements
of a flash dance

Monsters beneath my foot
Calling uptown and
Racing downtown
Connecting a mall that
is the biggest on my planet
offering everything from
everywhere in planet

A celebrity house of wax
With museums of sorts
A homeless chappie under the
statue of Liberty

Some coffee tables and some neon light
All on the street
or a Stage
Where time never stops
called the Time Square.

Understanding the crossroads
closing on in dunes
In the heat of my windows
What caused my will to soar
like an eagle

Pillows warm and yellow
A city of gold
A distance beyond
the crossroads
closing on in dunes
A sleepy corner and some new talk of
A love that soars
in the heat of my windows

She says I met you
Always on crossroads
That she was alive and I waiting
With a torn heart
With a possible " I Love You" in my windows
A lock of you hair is
What caused my will to soar
like an eagle

A need to
Free myself from a ground
An Ordinary self
Without rest
Fundamentally in a process
Thinking trapped in a
Space called consciousness
In the field of time.

Striving to reach
Where I'm already am
Perfecting a creation
That was already unique
With nothing called exterior
Or an interior.