Painted Ponies

Painted ponies on desert greys,
waves of colors have seen better days.
No rain on this weathered ground,
only the remains of memories lay around.
Decaying carcasses of days long gone,
rotting away in the mornings dawn.
Colors running wild in my dreams,
visions of emptiness pulling apart my seams.

Where, O'where am I future or past?
Am I running in first or capturing last?
How do I know what lies ahead,
when all my thoughts are left for dead?
Alpha-Omega, beginning or end,
what do I break, what do I mend?
Someone release my mind, free the beast,
puncture my heart, bring me peace.

Painted ponies on oceanic blues,
waves of colors with translucent hues.
Prisms reflecting mysteries all around,
freeing perceptions that I have bound.
Torturous traits have come and gone,
taken away in forevers dawn.
Colors running rampant in my brain,
visions of loneliness driving me insane.

Where, O'where am I, future or past?
Am I running in first or capturing last?
How do I know what lies ahead,
when all my thoughts are left for dead?
Alpha-Omega, beginning or end,
what do I break, what do I mend?
Someone release my mind, free the beast,
puncture my heart, bring me peace.

Painted ponies on meadows gold,
waves of colors with a mountainous hold.
Rainbows disappearing before my eyes,
breaking picture perfect skies.
Rotting cocoons of memories past,
rushing over the edge with a blast.
Colors taking my soul to dream,
visions of sanity making me scream.

Where, O'where am I, future or past?
Am I running in first or capturing last?
How do I know what lies ahead,
when all my thoughts are left for dead?
Alpha-Omega, beginning or end?
What do I break, what do I mend?
Someone release my mind, free the beast,
puncture my heart, bring me peace!

Where am I? Future or past?
AM I in first? Did I finally capture last?
What will become of me? How will it be?
Alpha-Omega, is this all there is to see?

Copyright ?2001 Timber McCall