~Work In Progress~ (~Ant Farm~)

He's there once again.
Trying to piece together the fragments.
His life is broken glass...
Empty chairs...
Rumaging through ones and "Oh's"...
Trying to make a two.
Trying to make it too.
And these glimpses of beautiful wonderful things,
Startle him in his dreams.
He'd have to scan back years for his innocence.
There's not much light in his twighlight world.
Wouldn't bet a dollar if the sun is real...
Or maybe just phantom memories more beautiful then anything his world could produce.

That deep hole...
Yeah that deep hole...
Old gripping soul casting down that deep hole.
...
It grips the legs and carries the body down to the depths...
While the memories dissapear like sand blown through the streets.
Won't remember having them...
Won't remember the sun.
Won't give a buck to bet It's true.

Dismayed from displays of fitfull days...
But oh Lord,
Still so stubborn!
He'll never give up the dreams he's fought so long to keep.
Cling and claw... you'll lose them all.
While the street accepts bodies that sprawl.
This same old familiar street.
It hold so much of his blood.

Life is a fool to trust so much to this man...
And I'm a fool to know him.
But this isn't the end.
Lord knows this isn't the end.
This man will keep taking and taking these tokens...
Because ant farms were made to be broken.