Robin Mordecai

with painted eyes
i see these airbrushed skies
i watch you fly away
in to them

with your wooden wings
that weigh so heavily
on your hopes and dreams
that you seek

why don't you cut them off
and build yourself a house
where you can rest your head
tonight

i see your tears at night
of what you try to hide
your pillow soaked
with all your fears

some times you wake up screaming
at the thought of leaving
all your comforts behind

i think that you should try
for a better life
than one where you hide
your eyes