Post by Tate Icasa on Feb 17, 2008 22:22:13 GMT -5
Nox Noctis
Here, now, watch the logical progression be worked out
We can go from this point to that with no discernable transition
Yet, even as we change our roles we perfect our masks
An work to protect ourselves from the prying eyes of the world
This, then, is where we make our final stand apart
So that when we leave together none dare to say it odd
And if we're never apart again, I think I can live with that
As long as we can be out of sight of the world for a while, I can
Secretive as we've been, I think that everyone can see
This was a natural progression, start too far back to remember
And the catalyst that caused it to stumble forward is long forgetten
Because, since we're both here and now, the process doesn't matter
Unless you would have us reverse it, and devolve to our previous selves
To put the rest of the world at better ease around us
But then, if, after all this, we were to go our seperate ways
What would that say about the pattern of nature
And how would we react, after living so long in each others shadows
Having to face our own reflections alone again
We might go mad, watching, waiting
And what of it, that thing we called love
And captured together, and held, and left, and lost
What would happen to that, if we were to pretend it didn't exist
Well, I say, forget the rest of the world
Let them keep their eyes and ears and silent disapproval
It shouldn't matter to us
And then, if we did that, we'd be free of them
We could go and live our lives
So, then, is that what we'll do
If it is, we should do it now
Before they can convince us otherwise
And maybe we should run away, while we're at it
To where there is no moral arrogance
If we decide to do that, we should go now
Before they take our feet, and our legs with them
And leave us crippled, unable to follow each other
Also, unable to follow them
Then, this future they wish upon us cannot exist without us
And we should follow our first instinct, and
We should just let the world fall into place around us
Not expecting them to understand
Because they won't
We should only remove our masks at night
When the stars and moon shine, and secrets can be made of glass
Fragile, but unbroken, as there are only us and the sky to see
And, eventually, and bit by bit
The world will become nocturnal and see
But by them, they won't see it as odd
And they won't see it as dangerous
Then, we'll have all reached that place
Where we can sit beside the ocean and still feels small and wonderful