In my court are woven words,
They delve into rudderless minds,
Through tunes we all have heard,
Dark shadows of hearts they mine,
Cast upon eyes deep in sleep,
Toying with memories soaked in tears,
Focus lapsed into heavy dreams,
Unearthing anger guarding fears,
Unsafe to leave you lucid,
A backing track fits to your fate,
We draw you out with gentle music,
Leaving you compelled to contemplate,
Everything in moderation,
While I moderate everything,
Cast a shadow for a time,
Reasoning is to sing,
That body over there,
I guess it's mine,
Echoes in these halls,
Formed without walls,
A warehouse of purpose I find,
Gather these notions,
Bound in emotions,
And hand them out to the blind,
Still learn from the lessons,
Still receive all the blessings,
What are destinations?
Forever falling in lust,
With no one to trust,
Just the sensation,
Of orgasmic salvation,
That's never enough,
Turn your telepathy on,
I’m begging you,
One needn't chase a dream delivered,
We gain without within.