alabaster

and as the step, step, step of his weary feet
plays out through the air, he feels no beat
he sees them all dancing, with their faces turned up
their joy doesn't reach him, it's all used up

with a sigh, sigh, sigh, he passes them by
and the words on his mind spell "why, why, why"
but the shape of his lips and the curve of his tongue
give rise to a greeting, for his day's not done

he puts on his mask and proceeds to the door
where he's met by a face, his eyes so sore
he sees her when she, in sleep, thinks of him
but she's so far away, that life seems too thin

they're inches apart and miles away
a fragile hold is all they can share today
though she on life and he on his
both slip from theirs, that's how it is

so with a sigh, sigh, sigh, he passes them by
and the words on his mind spell "why, why, why"
but the shape of his lips and the curve of his tongue
give rise to a greeting, for his day's not done

the laugh, laugh, laugh of the kid next door
greets his ears as he falls, falls, falls to the floor
with the crowd safely gone and the sand running out
he takes off the mask and begins to shout.

--AN: this is not the only chapter. click on the top or bottom right ">>" buttons to see the next one--