there are nights, nights like these, a night like this one
when i want to sit down and write, write stories that would go down in history
tales of time and despair, heartache, heartbreak
There are a million pictures that i look at, filled with millions of words that i could write
The meanings of smiles, and places, a majestic time and land
A little girl's dreams that faded into the past
but on these same nights i am afraid
i am afraid of the words that will come alive on the page, this screen
and those that will read and interpret, misinterpret and confuse
confuse my intentions, the people that i write about
on nights like these, i wish the people in my writing didn't have faces, names, nor histories
i want them to all just be a big blur of memories
for i remember the good times that we had, and i cherish those the most you know
on nights like these, i wish i could write about the feel, the touch, the scent, the rush
that it all use to have, the excitement that goes through the body as you are about to
embark on an new adventure, to discover a hidden secret, or just to even share a moment for two
on nights like these i would like to take a drive, a drive down memory lane
down no particular path or place, no destination, i would just like my mind to wander
to write down the thoughts in my mind, blur the words and rhymes
to find peace of mind, who cares about time and space,
take me to the unknown, an unknown destination
our secret spot, where no one would find us and no one would care to look anyway
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