Empty Pictures

Empty pictures

Take my time.

I see them always,

In my mind.

You can’t stop them:

They refuse to leave.

I feel them follow

In a waking dream.

Every day, you stare into the bottom of the hole

Your thoughts have gone, and you have no control.

Empty pictures

Fill your screen.

I do not need them;

I don’t believe.

Why are you waiting?

Is there something there?

You’re still not moving –

Do you care?

Every day, you stare into the bottom of the hole

Your thoughts have gone, and you have no control.

They can show you pictures of the world that looks so

nice

But you can walk out of your door and see with your own

eyes.

You can watch the show about the man you wanna be;

Does the things you want to do, and leads you to

believe…

It’s better to be watching him,

Than standing on your feet.

Empty pictures

It’s all the same.

Every evening,

Every day.

You can’t stop them

They refuse to leave.

I never could see what

There was to see…

Every day, you stare into the bottom of the hole

Your thoughts have gone and you have no control.

No control…

No control…

No control…

No control…