LOOKING THRU THE RUE OF OLD GLASSES

looking thru the rue of old glasses

is it me is it a reflective grasp of reality

cold, oh, hold me later and let go

stagnation, circulation is this is it with

 

   love unsigned,

 

be waiting 'til I drift away and sway on a boat back

and I astray away from the insides within to be moving myself

driving myself by a longing to wake up, to light up

what's up ! on my mind well maybe to pass another time

 

all of them contain and conceal brings

for a chance to dream, to what is real

to what to feel that's why I can't explain so much pains 

and that isn't real to do so will truly wreak it

 

   love unsigned,

 

be wanting to walk it light in-thru Spring dew drops falls

splashing, glittering in the elevation

 

looking thru the rue of old glasses

is it me is it a reflective grasp of reality

cold, oh, hold me later and let go

stagnation, circulation is this is it with

 

   love unsigned,

 

blue rounded mystery how it hinders me inwards and outwards

too lost in sorrows where do I go

 

confusion in direction

where do I go, I go, I go

where do I go, I go, I go

where do I go, I go float