These Empty Places

One more time you find yourself huddled in silence.

Nicotine mingles with a mimic's tear, tarnishing

moments forlon...

Remember the stages that you were compelled to wander

Where ideas were devised, where the phantom of fame

approached like a brief encounter.

Try to evoke the day...

But memories are cold comfort for the mourning result

of a long-forgotten cause.

Passionless words defy the stage no more

There's no applause, just a drunkard asking for encore

A silent audience of dust and desperation

As you remember certain faces that once engaged these

empty places.

With the fading light came desperate thoughts, as if

the ghost of an urge rode a blatant breeze.

And the wet ink on the paper blurred under your tears,

just like water's clearness in the rush of the spray...

Try to escape the day...

And after all you will find out that it's all the same

how many footprints you've left in the soil.

Empty eyes defy these empty halls

Empty faces examine empty walls

Empty words thrown in empty streams

Empty places are the end of empty dreams.

To be a whisper on the breeze, to be a stranger on

violent seas,

To see the world through orphaned eyes could be a

mission

Behind tangerine skies.

For there's no importance in a dream of posthume fame

And I don't want to be a fugitive repatriated, watching

these empty places...