dreaming in a chair, contemplating
the times gone by - exhilarating, entertaining
reaching out with tenderness
scenes of laughter framed in reminiscence
catch a smile for stormy days and sad occasions
moving targets and camera shy
the moon is dark and shadowed
the sun keeps ticking by
silence and solitude
o one left to cry
o one left to cry
standing in front a mirror
I draw and pinch my skin
tired eyes portray reality
a face of lines which melt in the world
I am oak
I am oak
I am oak
I am oak