Where are the keys
why do we suffer these
nine to five, making the best of things
six to twelve, I'm not making the most of me

Where is the doorway into
the life we always thought was ours
five years pass, then ten years have passed
I'm older now but no nearer to where I want to be

These prisons
these cells
why do we dwell here
are you the key
are you the one for me

Closed eyes at work and dreaming
I am alive somewhere in words and rhyming
your mind's on fire and always turning
momentary escape through creativity

Closed eyes at night and kissing
you are alive, somewhere in the alleyway
your tongue is in my mouth and we are beating
like two hearts filled with the thrill of living

These prisons
these cages
why do we age here
you release me
but always so briefly

Those things you make and speak inspire me
but still I stay here
those things I say and do consume you
but still you stay there

We were one chapter, now just a recurring character
in the long story of each others lives
you are a glimpse of all that might have been for me
in the long story of our separate lives

but for a moment there
for a moment there
we were not trapped

We were touching souls...

(2010, title by Joni)