• Trapped imagination locked between this green and blue,
    the more i wish i was there the harder it is to move,
    twisting in the tormented fury of this solitude,
    screaming clawing trying to reach you,
    ripping through this glass heart.

    I dream of times when all was quiet,
    i think of places where this green and blue do not exist,
    when i look up this blue seems to crash down on me,
    when i look down this green seems to rise up and swallow me,
    this world is trapped between a green and blue of silence.

    When night falls all is black,
    drowning out this green of the grass,
    covering up this blue of the sky,
    tonight we dream of a place less trapped,
    tonight the world gives way to our desires.