Empty Pages


At night I lie awake and read the pages of my mind
Ever so often fearing all the things that I may find
Erasing all the things that don't belong inside my dreams
Reforming and correcting all the tears within the seams
And when I find true beauty it always ends the same
The white rabbit in the snow storm on a field without a name
So when the morning finds me and I slowly come around
I'm amazed by all the colors that my eyes have always found
I try to bring back visions of the past nights video
And find only empty pages like the white rabbit in the snow

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