blue skies fly by as i wonder why
whether what i do is worthwhile
or if its just my
way to cope with the past
or to avoid being mad, it's sad how

gray skies stand still forever until
i find a reason to climb hills
and find the one whereby
i rise above gray skies
and clear my gray mind, and yet

i rise and i fall, too often it seems
sun beams through clouds not often enough
or... maybe i'm wrong
maybe it's the way i wear shades all day
to stop the sun flow

i miss my brothers. i miss my sisters.
i hide behind walls of silicon
anonymous my name, forgetting my game
reason to live is to escape the flame
hide from what is, deny what exists

but this is a mistake.

i shut you out with a smile and a nod
a friendly motherfucker, but by god
you try to get close i clam up in shell
i feed you information to bring us together
i can't help it, but i can't decide whether
these bits are true and if thats what i really am

everybody knows me better than i know myself.
why, then, am i not letting them help me?
i'm just a blind person performing surgery.
it's a lonerectomy, trying to remove the part of me
that gives up, that hides away.

tomorrow brings another bright sky
bright sky hangs high as i wonder why
whether what i do means something
or if it's just my way to move on
or if i'm just standing still.