To Feel

I gaze into the infinity of her pure, crystalline eyes

And see the glorious, powerful light within

It's then that I finally realize with my throbbing heart

I've been seeing everything under the wrong, colorless sky.

The one that's filled with strangling limitations

And my imagination is nothing but a piece of useless scrap

That is only to be stepped on mercilessly by the clueless non-believers

Who have fallen to the hypnotic trance

Of wanting what you could never have

Led by a rotten bone on a string.