A.  B.  I.

 

IN DREAMS

SHE STILL HAUNTS ME

THOUGH YEARS HAVE PAST

AND OTHER FACES HAVE CLOUDED MY MIND

 

AS MY PROGRESSIONS BEGIN

SHE IS THERE TO SPRING THE TRAP DOOR

HAVING ME PLUMMET ONCE AGAIN

TO A LEVEL OF LESS-THAN-MAN

 

SHE RIDES THE CRESTS OF MY LIFE

TO PULL ME BACK DOWN

WITH THE WEIGHT OF MY OWN FOOLISHNESS

 

ARROGANCE, VANITY, STUPIDITY

THE CHOICES ARE HERS

EACH BREATH I TAKE OF A LIFE ANEW

SHE CREEPS INTO MY DREAMS

AND MAKES TRADE WITH HOPE FOR LONELINESS

 

BY JUST THE BEAUTY OF HER FACE

MY HEART POURS OUT ITS TEARS

AND WASHES AWAY THE CONSTRUCTION

OF A CONTEMPORARY NEW MAN

 

IN THE END

THE DECISION IS MINE

TO REMAIN A PRODIGY TRAPPED

WITHIN A LIMBO OF MEDIOCRITY

OR VENTURE OUT

TO THE POTENTIAL OF MY OWN DESTINY

 

WHERE PAIN AWAITS AT EVERY TURN

WHERE THE FURTHER I RISE

ONLY REALIZES A MORE CRUSHING FALL

WHERE EVERY NIGHT IN BED

WILL BE HAUNTED

BY THE LINGERING MEMORY

OF HER