Surrenda
© Copyright 2000, E-Bru

. . . silence, but for the tick-tock ticking of slicing time, and waiting for something to break and raise the noise to wake, but you never call, you never call, you never call. noise. forgotten, wasted. facing the dial, tracing sounds of senses: broken, lost, forgotten. knowing nothing but nothing. you never call. but there's nothing I can do. so I just sit here, waiting, day after day after day. each moment waiting and hating the weight that brings nothing but ceaseless space. frozen. locked in time. stolen moment. forever, stolen. never knowing where the next line is going, you never call, you never call . . .

I am sat alone
Padded wall friends
Listening to the nothing
Hoping for a change
Dizzy busy thoughts
Drifting through my mind
Help me move along
Help me move along

Surrenda

Spending all my time
Following the dust
I don't dare to dream
Though I know I must
Give me room to free
This splitting harmony
Help me ease the pain

Surrenda

Waiting in the wings
To seize upon the scene
Free to be free
From simple symphony
When you feel the beat
Centre in your head, dance

Surrenda