Unsatisfied Mind

The sun shines on my window blinds
Like a sword of pure white light
The soda cans and still fruit lie
But something isn't right

Left my guitar and papers there
To soak in bygone days
The mirror beside me laughs in vain
At the pen I try to raise

When all is set just like I planned
In the house of misery
Who plays the game and draws the cards
And where does that leave me?

Alone, I guess, to feel the pain
Of a lack you'd left behind
Inside the crypt and corridors
Of an unsatisfied mind

I watch the young kids down the block
Join a game of blind-man's bluff
To them the breeze feels like a dream
To me it's not enough

My kitchen reeks of dolefulness
My bedroom looks like rain
The coat I wore last Saturday
Mocks a riddled frame

If every object in my sight
Brings up the thought of you
How am I supposed to clean
This place and start anew?

Alone, I guess, and with the pain
Of a lack you left behind
Projected from the fickle gaze
Of an unsatisfied mind

Someday I'll take my perfect world
And stuff it in a box
Today I think I'll leave it here
This lovesick paradox

Alone, again, to bear the pain
Of a lack you've left behind
I'm better now on the other side
Of an unsatisfied mind