Wooden Stools

Little girls on wooden stools
looking for a proof
that there is more to life than what they really see
Lttle girls on wooden stools
lost inside a dream
where they don't seem to recognize
the staring eyes

Often we are captivated by a simple thought
drifting in a boundless void like falling from the clouds
but the ground seems forever away...

Underneath the thoughts you hide inside lies the answers
that feeds upon the consciousness of that which seems to differ
a poetry of feelings tangled up in a corner
the art to recall all that you can't remember

Little girls on wooden stools
haunted by their past
of memories of earlier days that creeping up on them
Little girls on wooden stools
confronting their fears
by closing both their eyes and ignoring what's there

Often we are captivated by a secret smile
that crawls into the shadows every once in awhile
but redemption seems forever away...

Underneath the thoughts you hide inside lies the answers

that feeds upon the consciousness of that which seems to differ

a poetry of feelings tangled up in a corner

the art to recall all that you can't remember

Little girls on wooden stools

looking for a proof

that there's more to life than what's left out to see