These Visions of Grandeur
Promote deep-seeded, uncultivated feelings
That sorrowfully soar throughout my soul
Awaiting you
Debating you
Resisting you, yet missing you.
Is it wrong to love you?
Because damn
I do.
And my sweet Visions of Grandeur
Have me struggling in a world where
Time and Space and Reason and Righteousness
Have No Place
Its just you and me and we
For we are a set of free spirits yearning.
And My Love
I want to lock you up in my Empire for days
To complete this fantasy
this craze
Nah
Hell No
It is truly beyond that.
To fulfill what is so unfulfilled
To both you and me and we.
Perhaps we should alter the rules,
Transform the Earth
To have it rotate on our axis
Because this world as we know it
Is not designed for what we believe
You needing me and us needing we
And You and me carouseling thru this galaxy,
Making eternal history,
Exploring the possibilities infinitely
This mesmerizing infatuation is beyond my understanding.
It Will be next lifetime, sweet friend.
And my Visions of Grandeur
With my wet-sticky-day-dreamin
Invisions a time where
You will journey to a light at the end of my fantasy/fallacy
And penetrate so deep that you will caress my soul
And touch my spirit with the endowment that God has blessed you with.
And I grab a hold of visions and refuse to release them into this world
Where vultures and rhyme and reason will devour them.
Cause it does hurt like hell
To not possess you the way that my entire being needs to
How every breadth I breathe needs you
So let me just hold on
And never let go,
Knowing that if I step back into this harsh realty,
I will realize that I confused it with fantasy.
It was only after I looked into your eyes,
That I saw Paradise
And every woman wants that.
Suddenly I realized,
That you could be my Saviour in disguise.
Is it wrong for me to love you?
Cause right here, right now, baby,
Damn
I do.
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