Where are the keys,
why do we suffer these?
Nine to five, making the best of things
six to twelve, not making the most of me
Where is the doorway into,
the life we always thought was ours?
Five years pass, soon ten years have passed
I’m older now but no nearer to where I want to be
why do we dwell here?
Are you the key
are you the one for me?
Closed eyes at work and dreaming
I am alive somewhere in words and rhyme schemes
your mind’s on fire and always turning
momentary escape through creativity
Closed eyes at night and kissing
we’re alive, somewhere in the alleyway
your tongue is in my mouth and we are beating
two hearts filled with the thrill of living
why do we age here?
You release me
but always so briefly
Those things you make and speak inspire me
but still I stay here
Those things I say and do consume you
but still you stay there
We were one chapter, now just a recurring character
in the long story of each others lives
you were a glimpse of all that might have been for me
in the long story of our separate lives
but for a moment there
for a moment
we were not trapped
We were touching souls…
[2011 – Title by Joni. Artwork credit: https://www.saatchiart.com/alisonmarydunn]