And This is Why They Come

*Typed with my eyes closed. Subconscious speaking here.*

I was clearing my mind for the last time.
Just a whisper later and I've lost what's mine.
It's a different day, but the same ol' crime...

The storm had passed and the clouds were away.
Things had started to look okay.
But I knew better than I knew what to say.

It doesn't make much sense but I'm still here.
Away from media, life and fears.
Away from those wasteful tears.

You gotta look up at the sky sometime,
to see that you're not yourself.
Maybe you're being looked at by someone else.

And I don't know when this will end.
When the curtains come flying up and out.
Hopefully we'll be long gone when it comes.

Because I want you to be there,
in the wake of the snow.
I need someone to hold on to that I know,
and it's you.

Because I want you to be there,
in the wake of the snow.
I need someone to hold on to that I know,
and it's you.

I wish I could be what I also wanted to be.

Again really nice. And again the "Thank You" button is missing. Wish I could find out why that happens for some topics and not for others. Oh well ...

I guess it's generally thought that the subconscious or preconscious mind is a helluva lot smarter than our clearest consciousness. This does seem to be on another level. Actually it reminds me of some old 60's-70's rock music lyrics, but this is way better than almost all of that stuff. Really great, try this again