37. Unattainable things
In the realm of my dreams,
lies desires that often seem to be,
my unattainable things,
a bottle of content and sufficient champagne,
gulped down this throat on an empty stomach,
a pint of wine for these empty dreams,
the desires I dream, my unattainable things.
Like life is on a drifting sand,
so Saturday becomes my utopia land,
unaware of the flow of time,
floating on this island sea,
I drift away on a transient end,
finding the shore,
I'm all alone in this frame, time echoing to the incense haze,
evanescing into things I can't control, I can't be,
this fabric is freezing,
these days, from all the things I can touch and see,
anything between that and what stays with me,
becomes life to me, my material things.
In between buildings, streets and summer breeze,
to forests, waterland and autumn trees,
just cut me off away.
Standing on a high ground,
resonance of all I can touch and feel fade away,
an unknown place, somewhere between you and I,
elude, seek and find out,
so take me far away.
Like time, life slips through my fingers, too elusive to last,
distant but silver dust gleams on my hand,
the purpose of springs, a montage of dreams,
begrudging feelings, horrors of the past,
promises that never last,
like gleaming pieces of mirrors in a corner,
that summer love from that one summer,
a night full of purposeless chase,
oh these neverending games this life plays,
a desire, a dream to fulfill these unattainable things,
an endless spin of this spiral we do it for love,
lies desires that often seem to be,
my unattainable things,
a bottle of content and sufficient champagne,
gulped down this throat on an empty stomach,
a pint of wine for these empty dreams,
the desires I dream, my unattainable things.
Like life is on a drifting sand,
so Saturday becomes my utopia land,
unaware of the flow of time,
floating on this island sea,
I drift away on a transient end,
finding the shore,
I'm all alone in this frame, time echoing to the incense haze,
evanescing into things I can't control, I can't be,
this fabric is freezing,
these days, from all the things I can touch and see,
anything between that and what stays with me,
becomes life to me, my material things.
In between buildings, streets and summer breeze,
to forests, waterland and autumn trees,
just cut me off away.
Standing on a high ground,
resonance of all I can touch and feel fade away,
an unknown place, somewhere between you and I,
elude, seek and find out,
so take me far away.
Like time, life slips through my fingers, too elusive to last,
distant but silver dust gleams on my hand,
the purpose of springs, a montage of dreams,
begrudging feelings, horrors of the past,
promises that never last,
like gleaming pieces of mirrors in a corner,
that summer love from that one summer,
a night full of purposeless chase,
oh these neverending games this life plays,
a desire, a dream to fulfill these unattainable things,
an endless spin of this spiral we do it for love,
the reality from a blinkered view,
in the pursuit of unattainable dreams ,
we find our purpose to many things,
between what stays and what might be,
I drift away to eternity,
a hell of an ache this life brings,
these unattainable things.
in the pursuit of unattainable dreams ,
we find our purpose to many things,
between what stays and what might be,
I drift away to eternity,
a hell of an ache this life brings,
these unattainable things.