by Richard Rowell
!["You wish you could dream but forgot to somehow..." [Jack Johnson]](https://c1.staticflickr.com/5/4125/5054011999_b8de7ef11c_z.jpg)
April 3, 2006
Your eyes could never be as blue
As I'm feeling right now nothing
Can ever match the sadness I feel
Building up inside, too much to cry
Or I would leak myself dry
Of any life left within me
There is no chance for that
My dream coming true, but ah
Alas it is one door closing
And a window opening
To let in a soft gentle breeze
There must be another way
To make the impossible in reality
Possible in some unreal way
Some way to live with the scars
Some way to purge the regret
And live with the disconnected me
Bridge the gap between positive/negative
Recharge and light up some lives
While I'm searching for a beacon
In my own life, my dark inner room
The future I can only assume is
Open and infinitely malleable
Long as I use the right tools
And I don't fall victim
To the trite wishes of fools
Your eyes could never be as blue
As I'm feeling right now nothing
Can ever match the sadness I feel
Building up inside, too much to cry
Or I would leak myself dry
Of any life left within me
There is no chance for that
My dream coming true, but ah
Alas it is one door closing
And a window opening
To let in a soft gentle breeze
There must be another way
To make the impossible in reality
Possible in some unreal way
Some way to live with the scars
Some way to purge the regret
And live with the disconnected me
Bridge the gap between positive/negative
Recharge and light up some lives
While I'm searching for a beacon
In my own life, my dark inner room
The future I can only assume is
Open and infinitely malleable
Long as I use the right tools
And I don't fall victim
To the trite wishes of fools
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