Eyes of a Writer (Angel of Sadness)

Say what you want Today, tomorrow, it’s a another month Right now I feel captured, capsuled But tomorrow, I’m changing my stars Dealt something like a rapture, a lap full With the misery of a prisoner, I’m rearranging these bars The car can stay in the same place Keep your keys, I supply my own need Living days alone has granted me felony’s and fees Got a lot of dreams but they can lay where they are Hold my starry nights as freight in a glass jar So simple, so precious, so brittle Teardrops in open dimples, No longer am I up from the middle Should these words burn, then they burn But if they remain, then it’s my claim to mourn Once more as an old man, I’ll be look into that shattered jar Only to find a platter of lonely nights in a distant, so far I wanna write forever Be we each know I’m gonna die I wanna capture these dreams But I’m never gone try I’m gonna write forever Tomorrow, you and I may die