Rewards to the good natured are seldom and often empty
Leaves us feeling incomplete and under appreciated
Tender or bitter views of life haunt our own little worlds
Hearts on a pedestal turn round and round
And on goes the party inside where the red curtains are parting
You can be invited anywhere you please
No one will notice heavy baggage hiding damaged goods
We’re well hidden by fun loving cover stories and happy laughing faces
We all cheer on the good times yet try to refuse to acknowledge the bad times
A night at close brings the lights bright before the end.
But you stay under the one dim bulb
The drive home always takes forever with our dark sides beside us
Like a passenger in the darkness which demands to remain familiar
Its name is shatter and nurture and everything I’m not prepared for

It’s too much to ask to leave our own selves behind and start anew
A past full of mistakes will never let you go
Bittersweet pain is a fog to your eyes and makes your life as you know it disappear
In your mind fiction and the present meld into one
Being lost is home, you’re finally blind, you’re finally home
Don’t stop dreaming on, someone will reach out to you someday soon
And hopefully the often told disbelief and revival story will be told for you