On The Silver Screen

You know you make it seem
Like any other dream
So try and fit the mold
Only to lose control
You’ll bear it like a curse
One that’s well rehearsed
The shaking hour hand
Deserves a second glance
So go ahead, give it another chance
The words that you wrote
Seemed pretty baroque
Dangling in the past
The long forgotten craft
Finally on the verge
You’ll get what you deserve
A life of solitude
Is easier to conclude
Nature can read your mood
Matching the tune of the bluest moon
Just take a seat
They’ll plant the seed
Within your mind
From red to green
Is this what you want?
To be a ghost that haunts
When everything you need
Is on the silver screen
Heavy on the mind
Lighter on the eyes
When all that remains
The familiar yesterday
Nature can read your mood
Matching the tune of the bluest moon
Just take a seat
They’ll plant the seed
Within your mind
From red to green