Mey's Mind

rows of soldiers standing still in the dead of night sandstone sentinels outside the castle's walls I watch down upon them from the tower expecting them to move as if they were real as if they could protect my dreamworld place for am I not King of this castle? they should not just stand tall but fight the demons outside the walls moving in the dark, advancing
I wait in vain, knowing my defenses will fall soon I'll be run over, defeated in the light of the full moon I'll wake again into a world I wish to be no part off not King of the castle but a slave to the waking world reality

If dreams could be real
You'd live
We'd walk in the park, smiling
But spring's here again
And you're not

how far would you walk with me my friend
all the way through the swamp of sadness
where despair seeps into your veins
leaving your limbs as heavy as stone
how far would you walk with me my friend
how far would you walk with me my friend
all the way over the mountains of dread
where the fear claws at your feet
and the paths are as treacherous as thieves
how far would you walk with me my friend
how far would you walk with me my friend
all the way through the valley of pain
where the roads are as sharp as razors
and the rivers run with blood
how far would you walk with me my friend
how far would you walk with me my friend
All the way to the ends of the earth
where the emptiness is as vast
as the hole in my heart
how far would you walk with me my friend
how far would you go

Weer een lange stilte hier op mijn weblog. Het lukt me niet te schrijven de afgelopen tijd. Niet echt in ieder geval. Er is de optie in tijden van plenty inspiration posts in te programmeren zodat er altijd wat nieuws verschijnt. Dat voelt een beetje als cheaten, maar misschien is dat toch een idee. Soms schrijf ik heel erg veel, soms komt er geen woord op digitaal papier. 
So sorry to keep you waiting. To be continued ...

and now the glass is broken
the drunken words spilled onto the floor
wine meets wood
tracing red drawings
I see your pain - perfectly

dreams discarded like broken glass
and a heart scarred by life
not old, but tired
I walk with a bended back
carrying my burden