Again

what beauty says to me
when the world is cold, and the miles in my heart
are spilled upon the road ahead, without a word
in the endless searches, that all have gone
yet somehow, when all is found, i find
the romance, is wrong
and there is nothing left to say, but witness
the events unfold, before my very eyes
if i were a bystander, to a dream, inside a world
i see all that is in me, beside me
the colors, the shapes
the twists and turns of a story untold
i see it all, live it all, as a curse to a witness
in the birth of madness itself, nothing to do
but watch the days, the years, unable to change
the fate of the race, that changes my heart in tune
a song of the dream, a sound in a memory
that all that is left of me, in standing here before me
a shadow, a whisper, nothing more left to give her
so i drift away, through the cracks, the creases
slipping, sliding down
falling, falling, back into the dream
down into the depths of a place where
another world begins
somewhere here, as i regain my senses
and i see someone fighting
fighting to find the moment
where it starts all over again
it is here, i see myself, fighting, just to find myself again