I couldn't stand it anymore.
"Young man, where do you think you're going? Don't you dare turn your back on me!"
I have to get out.
"Robert! Robert! Get back here! When your father hears about this..."
I'm suffocating...
And then morning would break;
Trumpets would sing triumphant.
Warriors would lay down their arms
And cheer for the battle they've won.
"Seven... Eight... Nine... Ten!"
"The referee is giving the signal... Yes! The match is over! After twelve rounds of intense boxing action, we have a winner by knock out!"
"Talk about a clincher, partner, that match went down the wire..."
Your touch, your grace, your beauty
I see through frosted window panes
Of winter, of sadness, as autumn fades
And white crystals settle in for the season.
"Hello"
"Hello. You called again."
"Yeah, is now a bad time?"
"No no, it's just that, it hadn't been long since you last called..."
"Don't you want me to call you anymore?"
"No no, not that..."
"Then what's the problem?"
"Sir, have you seen my most precious treasure? I seem to have dropped it somewhere..."
"Sir, can you help me find my most precious treasure? I don't seem to remember where I last put it."
"Ma'am, would you please help me search for something?"
"Anyone? Please? I really really need this treasure..."
"Help me... Please?"
Moving takes time, takes pain,
From one corner of the room to the other.
Running, walking, crawling, struggling;
Clawing at the ceiling just to get by.
Gold and bronze and clay
Paints the shining horizon.
Courtesans swing and sway;
Fending synthetic passion.