I see lives beyond;
the lands I untouched
of forced familiarity
without fathers to clutch;
for what they're beyond's
no farther than yesterday
but my hopes under troubles--
no nearer than tommorow;
yet far as the ravens,
distant as riches
of what existence demands,
I paid only my wishes;
before I cross this;
this land of never dreams
this land buried by yesterdays;
and hungered by tommorrows;
there past the path,
believed be so haunted
but what's haunted if my dreams
never reaching what's wanted;
never heading but beheaded
of dream itself even,
yet uncovered of my story
to be told by the heavens;
but still I see beyond
these barricade rainshowers,
these frozen lives living
for losing their own powers;
but there, I behold
no greater losing story,
than who's seeing all the world
yet so blinded of his glory.
