A door to the soul a memory below the eyes are the window to all.
No man nor god can hide behind those words of false when their eyes speak to us.
I've stared into your soul I've listened to all your heart and mind broke me inside.
I must die to save my time and remember who I used to be for he was me but a better bee.
Time is up eyes can't lie like the ocean tide I rise and decline leaving you cold in the past of the back of my mind.
Good day I say as I slip drip away slowly I fall catching a glimpse of a day away me in the glass with a smile at last.
With a scare I wake confused and take one step to see I'm still asleep I slip between the ocean stream hit the glass then you scream.
There's that smile quite at last you above me or is it me in between a tear hits my cheek and then slips drips to you.
The mix of today is a mix of a way has time stopped or has it crossed my memories are blank I must parish to make the eye in the back wake up at last.
If I fall I wake and then you can take but till then I must slip through the tide of all confusion.
The rain falls up as I slip drip down I will find you and this is how.
