to reach out over blurred lines

your fingers dance across the keys

teardrops on a rainy day

no better way to describe the haunting melody

it is enough to leave me beautifully empty

to blur the lines that have held us in our proper places for so long

it is enough to make me think I have the courage to reach out for you

if only for a moment

to see that there is more than just the hollow, smiling

shell of a man that you show to the world

enough to make me think that you'll reach back

ah, but the young mind's foolish

and easily swayed by such simple things

as the tune that seeps into my unprotected mind

and makes me believe there is more behind your shining eyes

and more behind your teardrop songs

but oh, always a dreamer

your music does not help me stay real

and instead I am a fly willingly trapping itself

in the spider's dew glistening web

trying not to expect the trashing about that will come

when escape from dreams is finally wanted

and I realize that your songs only intensify the grief

after you do not reach out

for the lines are perhaps not so blurred after all