You were simpler,
you were lighter when we thought like little kids.
Like a weightless, hate-less animal,
beautifully oblivious before you were hid
inside a stranger you grew into,
as you learned to disconnect.
Now he hangs your mirrors separately,
so one can?t show you what the other reflects.
When he heard I was on his tail, he
emptied your account
and hid a part of you that?s so invaluable
(the part of you unsellable at any amount).
He left the tallest peak of your paradise
buried in the bottom of a canyon in hell,
but I swear I?ll find your light in the middle,
where there?s so little late at night, down in the pit of the well.
Then when heaven has a line around the corner,
we shouldn?t have to wait around and hope to get in
if we can carpenter a home in our heart right now
and carve a palace from within.
We won?t need to take a ton of pictures,
It won?t be easy to believe
the day we wake inside a secret place that everyone can see.