Strings

Imagine jumping back in time
Going through the paces
Revisiting familiar places
But as someone else in their prime

Can our world really be full of strings
Where reality can change
Our futures can range
On so many different things

It's fun to dream
More fun to live
Knowing we can give
Direction to our steam



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Finding peace

Tell me, friend, do the questions
ever end?
Will we wake up one day and find
That we could have had peace of mind?
Or is this the lesson we must all learn
Akin to how a hand on a hot stove will burn?
Is it a disease of the soul
When all thoughts fall into a black hole?
I guess we just have to live and see
As there's no fast-tracking serenity.




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Kaake

From the high-up perch, surveying the sound
Eyes that bore right through the ground
A jet-black stare that pierces the core
A feigning laugh, what a bleeding bore
The joke's on you mister, can't you see?
I've got wings - so much better to flee
As you stumble and bump around
I'll catch the wind - I'll never be bound!
Only the one who circles higher
Will I allow to call me liar
Until that day, you turn your head
And remember well, what I've just said

Choppers

Watch the grace in the blue-sheath skin
As the water dance continues, showing the power within.
Satin wings blur in a flurry of flight,
Catching the sun, reflecting the light.
The perfect blueprint for rising, rising up, up so high,
We copied it, yes, we got ours to fly,
But it's a clumsy steel shell, heavy and loud,
Nothing of which nature could ever be proud.
No balletic turns over a diamond-shot drink,
Or breezy-aired kisses sent over the brink.
The tiniest of dragons, your name rings true,
But no fire or smoke will we ever get from you,
Just a sweet pas-de-deux, played over the glade,
While we can only aim for a straighter-edged blade.