Maybe I could rearrange the art

That hangs upon these walls

Or maybe I should not

The masterpiece that lies within this room

Has yet to leave these halls

And break through every door

But I lie here on my back

I stare into the white

The lack of color blinds these eyes

With silence comes the sight

Maybe I could call you on the phone

Tell you all my thoughts

Or maybe I should not

These corridors and empty feathered beds

Are lacking what I ' d hoped

In pictures in my head

But I lie here on my back

I stare into the black

The lack of color blinds these eyes

With darkness comes the night

Maybe I can do this on my own

Make way for solitude

Or maybe I need you

The ruby hues that outline all my words

Are chapped and humming chords

I ' ve never used before

But I lie here on my back

I stare into the past

The memories cloud my mind

With dreaming comes the flight