THERE IS A LOOK

There is a look hidden deep within my eyes that I never understood. It spoke of a legend and not this simple man. I never died where I stood; perfect is not perfect. There is evil inside of the good and a little light inside of the hell, and I created these memories that haunt me. I sedate, so my ugly face, I do not see a look in the mirror, a distant look in the shadows speaking of who you were meant to be, set the hate of love and the love of hate free.

There is the look that lies inside of my eyes whenever I hear that sweet music play, and I carefully listen to the words because when the angels decide to sing, the melody  has a message to bring

There is a look that I wear whenever I decide to sail that ship sink or swim; my soul will carry on loving with a whim. The things I see, hear, touch, and feel keep telling me, sweet child, we all turn old. It is up to us to stay forever young. Just taste the magic on your tongue, cherish it inside of your heart that continues to skip a beat, and remember, when you fall, there is a look saying you will land on your feet.