"Hiding"

Some of the time I can't see myself
Just endless space filled with ringing bells
And I know she'd never empathise with those little moves
But that's just life where there's nothing left to prove

Nothing left to prove

Slit brown eyes and coffee burns
Another regret waiting to take it's turn
A mobile phone that no one hears
Computer screens, ticking clocks and a solemn fear
You're not living life to the absolute

I know that isn't easy but it seems so true
Behind the line I can't crawl through

And I jumped around in the rose beds
Procrasinating visions in my head
Filled with cheesy grins and sighs
And as I strolled off through the world
Taking pictures and inserts
Of a time and place so small

Holding hands with alchoholic fame
There's so much whining and my soul is stained
It's so vain but I can't figure out
These written words when I want to scream and shout

Do you see me?
Because I can't find you

I know this isn't easy but it seems so true
Behind the line I can't crawl through

And as I strolled off through the world
Taking pictures and inserts
Facing a time and place so small

David "Mr L" Laley (Written May 2008)