Rendezvous

Solitude of men
becomes the solitude of one
and graditude of bliss
imprints an image of my kiss

still no revelation
of the happy times to come
dissolve in recreation
hear melody with time

//chorus//

the roam of thought
to dream or not
questioning my self doubt
course of mind
to leave behind
whispers from the fresh route

//

deamon of the light
to come and pass me by my side
unsure if led the way
or kept it out of sight

stale and pointless point of view
reinovate yet nothing new
the deamon took my place for you
we never had that rendezvous

maybe it was for the best
to pass the test and feed the pests
and life will all get better now
i don't know when, and don't care how