• I keep dreaming and thinking
    every thing is so
    empty
    full
    nothing seems
    real
    fake
    i'll pick up my sword
    again
    for the first time
    and hide my weakness
    some thing I can't show
    won't show
    want to show
    but no one's there
    no one will hold me
    some times
    I hold them
    my acting as needed
    as the light above the crowd
    a stage is were I am
    but were is that
    i'm expected to play a role
    with these characters
    i'm suppose to be strong
    in this strange place
    I can't find any thing
    but hints of every thing important
    remain in the corner of my eye
    the things I want
    to be true
    the place where
    weak is ok
    where I can be held
    and I know were I am
    when the people I know aren't remnant
    and I'm not lost in the play