White glow of the TV set
Lights dancing on the screen
Voice-overs
The curtain thins
Violins announce the score is over
The symphony dears
Eyes at night never see the day
Because it's not in
Now that our ties are served
As we say goodbye
Let us
The mime's conciet has conquered over real beauty
Grinning from a
With history, your bluest grace
Falls apart, cascading down
Speak to me
How can anyone be so unkind
As to want to take
Lying on the shady grass
Afternoon, there's always something happening
Friends
Close the door and drift away
Into a sea of uncertainty
Where
Random lost souls have asked me
"What's the future of