Feel so lonely, when you’re not here. Feel so lonely, when I can’t hear.

Feel so lonely, for yesteryear. Hold me tight now, cuz I am here.

Breaking the waves of innocence paves…a way.

Rockin and rolling ‘til the night lights sway.

Hoping and wondering for another way.

Finding myself in yesteryear.

Feel so lonely when you’re not here. Feel so lonely when I can’t hear.

Finding my way in the atmosphere. Taking my time to feel.

Shaking my mind, to heal. Running time, it’s a wheel.

Feel so lonely without you. Find myself without you.

Cry my health, without you. Only by myself, without you.

One day the sun will say. Keep your faith every day.

Take a break from wanting it that way. Gotta stop FEELING this way.

Feel so lonely when you’re not here. Makes me think I cannot hear.

All the emotions we always fear. Feel so lonely, is that a tear.

Rolling and falling and landing alone again.

Does this story always end…with hopes and friends.

Calling and shouting am I alone again?

Waiting for someone or something to mend.

Feel so lonely when you’re not here. Makes me crazy, but it’s not clear.

Hanging on to yesteryear. Tell me you want me and I’ll be here.

I’ll be here. I’ll be here.

The crest upon the meadow yields, the calls of nature. Animal’s sounds muting those sounds of our forgotten departure. Burning those grounds extinguishing the hounds howling at the vials of our embarkations into a disaster. Sailing free beneath our reasons. I see believing in the dreaming of those grounds. Our souls hounding beyond those beliefs of today and yesterday. Hoping again, the optimism will help us find a way…scrolling and unfolding like relics in a thick book. Pages and ages rolled tightly and turning like a knife cutting years off time. Spreading our wings until they converge…and flying safely home…breaking the rules. Someone said, you have to attune…to the many feelings we like to resume. We’re fighting the ocean before we’re consumed. It’s just another flood of emotions to include.

On the meadow, I don’t fear the calling. I sit down on the green grass…until I’m revealed…in the sun, the moon, the clouds, the rain, the wind, the feeling of…I’m exempt from them.

On the meadow, the nature calls. Loud sounds to mute my cause. You’re okay, I’m just crazy in a way…trying hard to get through every day…I don’t care what you say. I’m just venting anyway.

The crest upon the meadow yields the calls of nature; it’s just how I feel today. It’s how I feel…today. Don’t care anyway. Just another day…to feel this way…that’s all I’m gonna say today.

Whispers fall upon slumbered ears like cats chasing rats.

The rustling probes your inner thoughts; roll over. Adjust your head on the pillow’s bed and find your sober. Shred your resist until the REM is over.

Awakening dozed and confused, the light switch is too far to reach. The blackness of the room is paranoia unleashed. The sirens outside are imagined or dreamed. The sweat upon your temple…deceives. The reality you’ve created is boiling indeed. The darkness unfolding…you can see. The blankets are folding…it seems. The light switch is waning. The night switch is gaining. Those thoughts are draining.

Like cats chasing rats, one day we face the glass. Like dark nights and long fights, we somehow find the light.

Until sleep resumes, we tend to presume the end is nearing the beginning. Roll over, blankets contend you’re almost there. You wake up shaking, and think you should care. You scream silently as much you can bear. You squeeze tightly on the reality there. You hope to wake up…without fear.

Like cats chasing rats, your guidance is clear. Another day of survival to rear.