What can I do to change your days?We'll go to the aquarium,
Surpass the slow misery phase.

The Sun reveals endless malaise, 
Fatigue and dread unfairly come;
What can I do to change your days?

Living's become an abstract haze,
But it's a secret shared that some
Surpass the slow misery phase.

What if we watched the gliding rays, 
Green pipefish smaller than your thumb;
What can I do to change your days?

Our small hovel is what dismays
You, let's, by breaking from our slum,
Surpass the slow misery phase.

Later tonight we can draft ways
To change long-term from bare and numb.
What can I do to change your days,
Surpass the slow misery phase?

We turn around, another face is shown
That differs on the die we cast before.
They say it's all the same old shit y'know.

I traveled down to where the brownleaf, flown
From bough to gutter back to gust to soar,
Has turned around, another face is shown.

We walk in winds which menacingly blow
Cascades of leaves and slam the open door;
They say it's all the same old shit y'know.

But when the wrath of transience is sown
And the crescendo stoops to subtle roar
We turn around, another face is shown.

The tendency of energy to go
Towards creative ways up off the floor,
We say it's all the same old shit y'know. 

I go to work like everyone unknown
And in community commune, once more
I turn around, another face is shown.
They say it's all the same old shit y'know. 

What did it take for the experience
Of seeing eye-to-eye the shining Moon?
And if it differed so why goes it thence?

We know the firmament had once been dense
Beyond the eye's conception in its swoon,
What did it take for the experience?

To see her golden beauty, the immense
Madonna in full cosmic plenilune;
Say, if it differed so why goes it thence?

Was human nature those days just as tense,
A grain of sand within the greater dune?
What did they take for their experience?

Were they preoccupied as I am since
I feel my self and worldview so jejune?
And if it differed so why went it thence?

Did all the stars above give them a sense,
Connection or a somehow secret tune?
What did it take for the experience,
And if it differed so why goes it thence?

The brightest light will house my smile
To know your arrow points at me,
If only for a little while.

I long to suffer every trial,
For every shackle I'll feel free,
The brightest light will house my smile

To be compelled a thousand miles
And fall at last adoringly,
If only for a little while;

And if I must so soon be riled,
That moment of your grace I keep.
The brightest light will fill my smile.

To everything I'm reconciled,
In love I seek imploringly,
This place for just a little while

To stay this happy little child
Your care has raised from bended knee;
The brightest light will be my smile
If I may stay a little while.

The slight corner of your lips that drew back the veil of ecstasy
When you gave me the gift of your tiny smirk,
I felt deep within my heart: communion of our intimacy.

And to me it's confirmed there in entropy,
How to see it becomes my eternal work:
The slight corner of your lips that drew back the veil of ecstasy.

All the tears that we've shared in our privacy,
The confounded embraces we’re forced to lurk
I feel deep within my heart,  communion of our intimacy.

How your sweetness affords so much strength to me!
What compares to how you cause my to heart perk
With those slightly smiling lips that drew back the veil of ecstasy?

Oh I'm spared the ennui of my misery,
The transcendent correction of soul–the jerk
I felt deep within my heart, communion of our intimacy.

There is nothing of value in treasuries
No terrestrial beauty that’s more than quirk,
When placed near the gentle lips that drew back the veil of ecstasy
So deep within my heart, communion of our intimacy.

In the evening I drink a good bit of wine,
And dream of adventures my longing stores;
Why not if there's a cause to recline?

I often think I must love to pine
For flights to escape from this bolted door.
In the evening I drink a good bit of wine,

For I've nothing except this blank, empty time
Relinquished, to let fall and dream for more–
Why not with all this time to recline?

Why not adorn a stage, let align
The wonder of dreams that are shared, explored?
On the evenings I drink a good bit of wine,

And imagine a journey more than sublime,
Or maybe a field where we pause the tour?
So why not find the time to recline,

Appreciate the feeling to find
A place where together we may ignore
All the evening, the world, and all of its wine?

To embark on a trip, a dream from a rhyme,
Exactly the feeling we feel adore,
Be finding there that time to recline

And still in flight, ascending the climb
To views of a life where our hearts will soar
I have dreams of at night and then drink some wine.
Why not with all this time to recline?