Losing Control

Roses are soaring like birds without feathers,
Dancing in red and white petals of laughter,
Why can't I seem to see past these old blinds?
Where are the answers I'm trying to find...

Is it right here...
Was it once there...
Is it far behind?

And maybe there isn't an answer at all.
I just have to look inside.

Noses are kissing and singing out gaily,
Great walls are falling and Mongols invading,
Day doesn't seem as important as night...
Why must I try to bite back and to fight?

If there was us...
Just between us...
Nothing would be right...

There'd only be two broken halves joined in song,
And singing we'd reach new heights...

Kisses are countless and fingers are feeling,
If we could, I'd bet we'd be on the ceiling,
Memories are breaking and fading away...
Instead you're here and I am your prey.

Just caressing,
Some undressing,
And a scar or two...

But nothing that could make me stumble or sway,
From meeting you twice in one day...





I could keep going, but I fear the birds in my head might start attacking me!