Some subtle moments live for ever in my deepest heart
When I'm all alone and in a temporary escape
Looking around the room I'm in and its every part
Amazed to find it no difference from the outside world
All things so still and are the way they always are
Expressing little as the faces of knowing onlookers
"What's the rush?" they question, "What's the rage?"
I stare at the mirror and question myself the same
But nothing more than a pair of strange eyes is the only reply
Some significant happiest moments flee freely from me
After the disclosure of their deepest truth
It overwhelms me like a dream abruptly fulfilled
And a little more pursuit seems unnecessary
But life goes on