Sweet Agony

It's a beautiful image my mind can see
A lovely thought that's not meant to be
Reality can never quite compare
With my imagination's colorful flare

Oh, the sweet agony, when I picture you there
The color of your eyes as I helplessly stare
The visions that paint across my mind
Only heighten the pain I quickly find.

And yet my sufferings small in compared
To the option of actually having you there

Echoes

Was paying for mistakes unmade
And now that I've made them
It's clear the path was laid.
Once languishing in the unknown
Now lurched into reality's zone
Unsure exactly how to feel;
Anger sadness, pity, hate
I want to reach out, but it's too late.

Echoes began to precede my voice
You kept me blind, I had no choice
And I helplessly wait for
The wave to swallow me.
And silently implore
While you cowardly flee.
Every form of logic sways me
And my idle mind betrays me.

Taskmaster

The image in permanent view
My self-perception is askew
Ever trying to be
Like those images I see.

The ideal hanging over my head
Other endeavours left unfed
The taskmaster's lashing me;
No chains, yet I do not flee.

I'm afraid there's no place to run
He's been there since life's begun
There's no one crueler, you see;
For the taskmaster is me.

That Path

I’ve been down that path before
And others I’ve yet to explore
You can’t force me, I won’t follow you
The path I’ll blaze only taken by few.

Can’t conjure the love you express to me
My decision is already made you see
My heart knows that terrain too well
All connections ready to expel