Light is dancing with darkness
Pleasure is flirting with pain
Depth is really only seen from heights
Love keeps tying the frayed edges together again.

Faith is looking for reasons
Chance is predicting a change
Hate is only ever found by the lost
Temptation likes to move from the familiar to the strange.

The fragile rave of freedom turns to the biggest part of
the sky and releases the memories of youth who often
dreamed she could fly.

Death is circling life
While Now is evading the past
Fear is always felt when we risk
Time keeps pushing the tempo till it seems too fast.

Consciousness spills out of a hollow
And makes the paths that we follow
Like the branches of a tree
The improbable possibility.

Joy is comforting sadness
Fortune if following fame
Heart is really just forgetting to fail
Nowhere has location and nothing is it’s name…