Hey There

Hey there,

Hey there kid walking among the masses,

Hey there kid whom stands beneath the sailing gasses,

A sky that shifts and turns hues before your eyes,

A polluted atmosphere in a beautiful sunset disguise,

Float around inside your head,

Like iron butterflies they give flight to all your dread,

This Is all casting off behind those ghost pale eyes.

Hey there kid who sits with peace in his mind,

Hey there kid whom wishes to dance out of line,

Transfixed in rhyme and reason,

Who longs for freedom but can't hope for it's treason,

Settles for logic designed to draw a path,

To show him where to get his victory bath,

This is all casting off behind those ghost pale eyes.

Hey there kid who dares not chase wild dreams,

Hey there kid whom puts a lid on all his schemes,

A futile effort is more than enough; I fear,

To set lose that buzzing despair,

It's a cold stone of truth that does not erode,

That causes the river of imagination to bend and fold,

This is all casting off behind those ghost pale eyes.

Hey there kid who swallows his sigh,

Hey there kid whom never flies his kite up high,

A puzzle is waiting to be completed,

Sadly So much time has depleted,

Yet, on the shelf rests a sheet of paper,

And in your mind lays a permanent marker,

Show everyone what is casting off behind those ghost pale eyes.

Hey there kid who stares at an unfinished puzzle,

Hey there kid whom hates a good riddle,

You have the pieces of logic fitting together,

But you still have not lived as a dreamer,

It's time to release the pent up desire,

Give your wishes freedom and watch as they transpire,

They'll paste you puzzle along the ridges,

Like they connect your night and day with imaginative bridges,

Show yourself what casts off, behind those ghost pale eyes.