Love was written on a bench in a park   The author aimed and struck his mark   And let his pen ignite and spark   A display of words in red   The birds congregate   And perch in the trees   About how to be effectively free   While a child drowns her anxieties   In a vice found around her head   The television begs and it screams   To be heard and believed   And the waves I received   Are much too frightening   The evidence was placed in my hand   It constantly contracts and expands   And obeys all explicit demands   When suddenly      Everything is fitting perfectly   Now that I've seen the mystery   Been left this new perspective   Trying to define the objective      Solitary actions have their own cause   And every action deserves a response   But half of my actions are flawed   In this dreaded divide   I awake and nothing is at it seems   I've been affected by a horrible dream   Or perhaps just a dead memory   It's hard to decide why      Everything is falling poignantly   I see her face dividing me   In sleep I am not safe   I wake to think I was not dreaming      In the morning it falls away like rain   In the morning the dream falls away    Like rain on a semi-annual parade   I'm the patron that gets washed away   Down the drain   By the rain      Good luck with making evening plans   I fell in love with using idle hands   I seem to collapse   To their every demand   In the weakness of routine   So I separate my dreams   From the truth   While I provide myself   With positive proof   And I discover what it is I can lose   So suddenly      Everything is falling fatefully   I see the past is chasing me   Must meet her while i sleep   And face the truth   In between every dream