Stumbling Through the Night

Barriers, contracts in the sand,

Am I finally, human again,

This could be a sandcastle,

Something sacred,

Something I'm afraid to risk,

I could be drunk,

I'm still not an architect,

This could be too far,

Maybe I'll stop here.

Torches and Pitchforks

I could be a vampire,

I could be ready, to risk everything,

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For art, but I still think I'm human,

Maybe, I like to be careful,

When playing with fire,

Maybe, there are still many things,

That are important to me,

Love and life, family,

Community, maybe I'm preaching to the choir,

And I'm still a fiend, eating everything in sight,

Look man, I just want to fall in love alright?

Puppet on a String

Maybe its all been tested,

Passed through, a quality check,

I could still be a puppet,

Still writing, a tool,

To continue the story,

I don’t dare go further,

I'm still human, I still have feelings,

I might need to sleep,

Am I still working,

Maybe, heaven and hell,

Maybe, my father keeps me up at night,

Forbidden words, maybe writing all this out,

Requires a certain freedom, maybe I've been built for it,

But you know what, I would still be careful,

The world is a scary place, magic is still in the air,

If you’re not careful, you could get trapped in a spell,

A spider web, a beast might be coming to eat you,

I’m still not an architect,

Maybe I’m just yearning for the dream,

It could still follow the intention,

These words could be weighed,

Measured, it could have been considered,

Whether I should risk it,

For love, anything.

Moving Forward

Maybe its time for the wheel to turn,

I could be doomed to watch,

The next thing happen,

My decisions echoing,

What should have been,

My regrets, the consequences,

Maybe its still in the air,

My fate, the road,

My decisions have built,

It could lead me to the abyss,

I don’t know, I'm not an architect.