in the future

everybody's a critic, but no one is on stage because they all are way too busy working to survive (ah ah ah staying alive)... and the blessings of the morning free the energy we call the spirit or the soul or anima (or all and more) and so i listen through these eyes and feel the passionate embrace of unrequited love within my mind... and i'm left to wonder... are they memories or dreams i've yet to find?...

one pill makes you larger and one pill makes you small but who do you trust when your walls all come down?... take a breath before breathtaking begins and you may survive anything when the circus comes to town...

there is so much more behind the closing eyes...