Yesterday's memories and melodies.

There's a moment in life
when all the years will pass by
and the eyes filled with tears
we once shed
we recognize failures
the desperate cries
of the ones who believed in our lies

Bus Driver Texting and Driving

Awake

Sunlight shines
On the clothes that lay on a chair
A desk covered in clutter
The floor covered in hair.

It shines on a figure, so thin and frail
It shines on his skin, so sick and pale
It shines on the wall, where for so long
I have stared
Breaking the spell of authentic despair.

As my eyes come into focus
I turn to face to face the room
The movement from the sheets creates a breeze
Sweeps the dust from its place.

It so quietly swarms
And hangs in the air
It shines in the light
And makes me aware.

Death is looming in here
And it's getting to you
Under dust, over time
It has been burying you.

It now stirs up the room
As it enters my sight
Rising up from the dark
From the surface it lies.

As if hinting to me
To choose day over night
To leave all of this dark
And seek the warmth of the light.

Outside this room where my life wastes away.