Never Be the Same

The people around me are mixing at best
to color my wounds with the world.
I'm screaming out loud to find, 'bout time
I've seen the line-
single file, we're running, still running
into this blind.
Drink til we feel the sweet emptiness
kiss our dreams-
til we think it's okay,
one time to live today.
And I'm still asking him for a sign-
the needless formations
of warning birds in the sky.

Walking the streets of these
newspaper shredded themes-
lost now to love, violence, prozac
just to be free.
Wiping our eyes with these lyrical lies I'm just
counting the proverbs crumpled next to my plate
but I know there's more left to us than
hymns hid in paper cups-
fold it up, toss it away,
tomorrow stings like yesterday.
And I'm still asking him for a sign,
but I'm missing out on nothing
as this blind world passes me by.

And these are the times
I sit and ask myself, "why."
Oh, why?
My fantasy became reality,
born from vanity
and still I cry.
And there was a line.
Though they come and they go, he stood,
left me speechless-
still to this night.
And I'm still asking him for a sign,
but I'm tongue-tied, my love,
as he begs me to say goodbye.