Halls of the Dark Muse

Invisibility

I wrote a song
that will never play
on the radio

And if I'm wrong
there is no one
who would ever know

You can't hear
when I call in the dark
my walls are filled
with letters I wrote

Reading to myself
words no one else
will ever see

I remind myself
that I still exist
while starting at photographs
that I have no memory of

I like best the music
that plays in my head
it is when nobody's looking
that I can live best

All my dreams run backward
while attempting to evade
the weaving's made by time.