Just A Tinge

At the crack of dawn
The mind is wandering
Through the maze
Of a crumbled city

How can I long for something not there?
How can I see far ahead, when nothing is there?

How do I feel the looming threat?
How do I let go when it was never in my grasp?

Let the baby bloom be crushed
Vapourise the beauty that threatens to grow

Dreams are illusions, beauty is so too
My vision probably flawed, looking through the tint

How can I decide so soon so fast?
How can I stop the downward spiral, the pain and hurt?

At the crack of dawn
A new bloom grows
Out of the ruins
Yet I can't let it grow

Resurrected, December 2004