Traveling back and forth for what seems to be a wasted cause.
All of the clocks hit pause.
Why only for you?
I cant remember when or if I left part of me there.
From dream land I awake, it feels like my mind has been crumbled by an earthquake.
Could it be this desolation; or a want for some change.
You make my normal feel strange.
Do you need my help or do I need yours.
You take the words right from my mind and turn them into gold.
I could have done the same but your version is more worth being told.
I’ll listen whole heartedly.
Which corners of space did I fold to repeat these visits day by day.
Have we become the same.
I’ve learnt about coincidences but not as many as these, NO.
Can I fly away to a place other than yours.
Darlin’ our places in this world are like water and fire..dont try mixing.
Flying inbetween an empty space but still nothing comes close to the emptiness your eyes show.
Take life a little slow..
Life repeats itself like up and down and then down and up.
You keep scribbling down gold with a frown.
While I keep chasing down a broken crown.
We both keep blazing through mazes to find our place here.
…so, do you need my help or do I need yours?
I’m tired of flying back and forth for a wasted cause.
Purple Empaths 