Crystal View

Crystal View Sometimes reality is twisted And then the world doesn't turn, I wake up from a dream To a nightmare stuck on re-run. I walk around in circles With my head stuck in the sand, Another day, another night A little shaking of the hand. Contemplation turned to sorrow The light is dim and pale, As comfy as my blanket I cast into the thinking well. The water is dark and deep It is cold with bitter taste, A candle vigil I will keep Calling angles to my haste. Whatever else I ponder Whatever else I view, My heart proceeds with wonder As I'm searching for the truth. I imagine that existence Is in loving life or death, To chase one or the other Is all that there is left. My bookcase now is empty I turn the page to write something new, Standing in a house of mirrors Looking for a better view. I need to break the image I want to bust through, There must be something real Something built to last. The fascination pulls me I am standing on the line, Keep losing my balance And I am running out of time. I could stay at the bottom Scratch each day upon the wall, My days would be few On my face as I crawl. I pray it never happens That I have to fall so far, That I must be on my back Just to see the morning star. Sometimes living is dying And in between there is pain, But I cannot start living Until I'm out of the grave. With my gaze on the heavens Across the distance, far away. The long road ahead A dream of better days. I just want to stand At the top of the hill, To look down in the valley Where waters run still. A feeling of sunlight Soft on my face, The love of another A kind, warm embrace. This is the dream That fuels my desire, It pushes me forward And makes me climb higher. No, I do not fear the falling It happens all of the time, As I follow my calling I must keep on trying. By : Crystal Kay Floyd