Where do they go?
Where do they wander to in the night,
Talking to shadows that whisper it’s alright?
As you stare at the ceiling and feel the space grow wide.
Where do they go when they leave you
Standing there in an empty room?
Your hearts overflowing and the glass was already full,
Staring at the pool of your long lost love.
Where do they go in the daylight?
With the sun revealing all they hid from you,
Seasons are changing more rapidly than you knew,
And your left with the feelings that are blue.
Like the ocean it was unpredictable.
And they set sail as you lay still unable to move.
What are the thoughts they contrive?
In their dreams they have believing they’re still alive
Where do they go when they don’t call you anymore?
Was it written in their eyes and you missed it when you had time to decide?
Eyes shimmer like the moon on the water and distract you from what you believed.
Was it all that nice?
Or a figment of your imagination?