and should i put on a smile
when i could never?
or may i spill it all out
when i shouldn't?

when, eventually,
can this dream be me?
where could it be
this door i want to see
from the pain underneath this blue sky
of believing that everything's my lie

if you could, if you would,
just sing,
sing me a song of your sins.

it's on again, this search for absolutes
it's actually a revival of the last one
it's been a futile effort
i borrowed a watch on wednesday
and it had no lines, no numbers
very too stylized
what? now i can't even be sure of the time?
urgh.
i should turn into a p o c o c u r a n t e
so i don't have to hide behind what i want to be
so i can just be

i'm just a lost soul swimming in a fishbowl,
running over the same old ground,
finding the same old fears,
wishing you were here.

music in my head : wish you were here : pink floyd

oh and i do get to go for art lectures still