Inside

Hey...that's my back man Get off it- I've listened,I've heard a lot,felt guilty guilty for love I could never authenticate Perhaps we aren't as our mirror would show Hey...those words,hold them there's a guilt somewhere I hear I am child Hear what I can do,Hear what I haven't done I even hear talk of "potential" Hear I'm 16,Hear you're not doesn't matter anymore I have a box I use to keep them all away I've created a world here,here in my soul and mind the oceans are of singing voices the days are cold and blue like the steels of which my cerebral nation was built Here I am the ghost...the welcomed one,highway traveler Here I dream of untouched Parisian nights and of peaceful Arabian dawns Here I am Ghost Peaceful silence...Seperation