a simple thought, a simple kiss, a look into my eyes. Just a passing thought, with a look into my eyes. I pass you my hand to hold yours and comfort the pain. The earth spins and still we don't change. We let the passing thoughts descend into the passing night to awaken the next morning unchanged, a passing thought, a simple thought forever lost. We think back on the past and ponder the simple kiss, the look into your eyes that pierced your soul, your tender side, the side that is shun by today. We amass lost opportunities and cling to future oppotunities that pass and become the past as that passing thought, that simple thought, that tender kiss, when you looked into my eyes and i into yours. I am simple because i am considered complex and "deep", but only because i hold onto different things, and that is why i feel so distant from the walls that surround me, the screen that i am staring into right now, the eyes that are reading this at this moment. The screaming, the holding onto fear. I clutch my tears and will lay to rest and cry, simply cry until it passes, until you pass, and i will let go of your hand and put my own to work on making money to sustain myself and what dreams i have that really money cannot achieve, that really only matter to me and i look away, turn away and shun my tender kiss, my look that delved into you, that held your hand and believed in a better world. And so it is so . . . say it isn't so. . . alas, i have fallen victim to circumstance and the fact that i am alive. . . .