He sits in the dark of his room thoughts of sky instead of
roof 
Dreams soar under earth higher then the rest 
His tea sits cooled by the thoughts of a winter night 
Dampening his flame heartless storm 
The clock on the wall sits 40 minutes off and counting 
Seconds ticking backwards to his future  
Time muffling the voices that drift around the room 
Sounding of to save his soul 
Conversations go on without him as if he's not there
It's all crushing him inside
 Crowding he feels them so he stands and bows and they
surround him 
Internal conflicts have passed them by 
Laughter and smiles past the rest by and he embrace them 
Clearly forgiving them for their jaded thoughts 
Lifeless knocking is heard on the front door 
Cost of loving the forsaken ones 
A door opens to an empty parlor 
Giving up to deliver them 
Answering the question of simplicity 
Grand love too complicated for them to comprehend 
Perfect peace in all its robes 
Missing it for hectic days 
Presences leaves for other things like destruction in the
world 
Maybe this time they will get it right 
It's not being counted on 
Siverstine is keeping face
 Instant gratification in a small amount of brevity 
Sickly dream how quickly it went wrong 
We will watch for it anyway 
Blind faith keeping us alive 
Watching those that see through the dust 
Beckoning us to hollowed land 
"Can you hear it"? Silverstine asks 
His outrage is nodding deaf to all 
"Can you feel it?" words spread like ice
" Heat feels like fire" *pulling jackets tight 
Light dims down 
Everyone is leaving the time has passed 
Lightly he grabs his cup of tea 
Evening has passed 
He watches the steam rise from the cup 
Filling up his vision 
Heating his emotions readying him for the day 
Forever is his curse 
                             Today