Imagine scenes where you were absent

fallen from the dreams of those you love

Far beyond all points of logic

drifting high above the laws of love

Where rhymes are served on empty platters

and time's the only truth, that tragic bore



Captured in a moment cluttered

with images of adolescence

Nonetheless he feels the ancient clutch

of velvet hands upon his

Without a clue, a cause or penchant

he wanders off forever wreckless



Are you sleeping?



Come close enough you'll see his eyes

fill with ruthless emotion

Still you strain to lead a life

subservient in your devotion

His mind is cluttered with abstractions

childhood stains and other lesser notions



Are you sleeping?



I'll design you a mountain

you can't tumble down

they may save you now

but they won't always be around



Imagine scenes where you were absent

fallen from the dreams of those you love

Far beyond all points of logic

drifting high above the laws of love

Where rhymes are served on empty platters

and time's the only truth, that tragic bore



Are you sleeping?