The shades go down, the walls go up
the cracks in the walls only work us both up
boundaries? who needs them
lies, can we live with them?
can we live without them?
but who are we fooling?
both of us fragile creatures
selfish only to bruise both our dreams
saving best for last, who knows when last will be?
broken hearts are for healing
the guitarist needs his soul audience
staking claim, on stakes so high
the unthinkable, unreachable, irreplaceable is a toy
all eventually replaced by insecurities, complacency, disregard, farmiliarity
and love and passion hung out to dry
I am seizing the bull by the horns.