Couloir Rouge

Couloir Rouge



In the hall

There were pictures

Framed just like a memory

Of what was once real to me



The walls were red

Everything red

Who knew a color so pretty

Could cause such anxiety

If these walls could speak

They’d scream



I’ve been running

Wish there was

A reason or rhyme

These walls are closing in on me

Stifling reality;

I never wanted anything

But these dreams aren’t just when I sleep



All the people

Frozen in the past

With these false advertisements;

That they tried to sell to me,

On that big empty screen



Flashing all these lies,

Before my eyes,

Only left us stranded,

Desensitized

All those brilliant colors

Still stick in my mind



Wandering;

These corridors

In hopes of finding

Something more

A fantastic reality

Ill never posses what’s out of reach


Try to keep my head held high

Were marching forward

I'm out of line

Taking my steps out of time

And I’m stumbling


Cause Ive been running

Off the chosen path

This memories

Are pictures to me;

These dreams aren't just when I sleep

Couloir Rouge

In the hall

There were pictures

Framed just like a memory

Of what was once real to me



The walls were red

Everything red

Who knew a color so pretty

Could cause such anxiety

If these walls could speak

They’d scream



I’ve been running

From nothing

Wish there was

An end to this

These walls are closing in on me

Stifling reality;

I never wanted to be anything

But these dreams aren’t just when I sleep



All the people
Frozen in the past

With these false advertisements that they tried to sell to me

On that big empty screen



Flashing all these lies,

Before my eyes,

Only stranding us desensitized

All those brilliant colors still stick in my mind



Wandering;

These corridors

In hopes of finding

Something more



A fantastic reality

Ill never posses what’s out of reach

Try to keep my head held high

Were marching forward out of line

I’m taking my steps out of time

And I’m stumbling

The beat

A metronome; a tempo
Steady
One, two, three
Some say life is just a tango
We’re the choir learning to sing

Every note,
Needs a medium
Every melody,
Needs a beat

Like every bird,
Has a chance to take wing,
As every failure;
Feels defeat

A steady rhythm; of fluid grace
In a perfect harmony
Beautiful songs
Sung so melodic
Lovesick, sad, and lonely

Feel the waves
Of the music
The colors
It makes you see

Become one in that moment
Become one with everything

Heart-beats
That underlying tune
I am the song inside me
Like the summer and spring
Inside June