there is a twirling sun hanging from my ceiling tonight
it has captured my wandering attention selfishly
i was thinking, but thoughts became dreams in the light
and like smiles appear without effort, i float away
nothings like the silence that comes forth when you stop
radiating pulses of nothing push me farther into the silence
seems like centuries have gone with the stars that drop
and like emptiness comes with jealousy, i willingly release
millions of pieces are coming undone from the stitches
its like colored sprinkles spilled onto the white floor
you could have captured me before i let go of the crutches
and like hope to the severly devasted, i gently explore
vanished are the scenes from the heartache thats been infected
so are the lessons of forgiving what you can't really forget
just like thoughts becoming dreams, dreams become overly jaded
and like survival to the unfixable weak, i hear whats said
shadows vibrate against the wall of nights dearest play
its the twirling sun waving goodbye to the best of me
regretful at its departure, i am inspired to be what may
and like waking in the rude morning, i begin to breathe