I live in the dark recesses of the cinder blockI am permeated with the black of existence
I live in the well of dead leaves
I feel safe in the microcosm
I'm skittish in the whirl wind
I sleep here alone
But there is a dream on the horizon
I find it hard to let her go
I was drop dead on her hook line and sinker
I am free again
At least I won't have to go to the other
Side of the world for her kiss
It's back into the cinder block I call home
Destiny waits else where
I am relieved to be out of this fire storm
It's just that I had embraced fate's determinism
And my heart still moving in that direction
While my mind is in the blackout
How about that dualities moving in opposite
Direction
Who would have thought
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