the wolf and the archer.

i want to start by saying
that this is not who i am.
i guess it's not that hard
to make the saint a sinner.
bravo, all the same.


i went walking with
a pack of wolves,
and i said words that
i didn't know i knew.
and the rain fell
from the strawberry skies,
and i just stood there.
looking at you.
from that very first time,
there was nothing i could do.
i could only say more,
and i'm never through.
i'm losing track of what are lies
and what is true.
letting go of something,
for something brand new.

so dance with me, now.
we've been dancing for days,
and i've yet to find a reason to stop.

you've got these wings,
but i'm not sure you want
to fly anymore.
i'm really not sure
what you're looking for.
you have to close the last
to open another door.
i can't step in front
of all the things
you swore,

but that hasn't stopped me yet.





i'm looking at this more as
an intermission.
a bit of innocent fun
between two people
with nothing better to do.
here's your confirmation,
i'm thinking about you.
rest assured, if that was your aim.
aim high, archer.
aim high.





the arrow is up in the air,
so where will it land?
we are not the same.