Modern English — Face of Wood

Dreaming in a chair, contemplating Of times gone by, exhilarating, entertaining Reaching out with tenderness Scenes of laughter framed in reminiscence Catch a smile for stormy days and sad occasions Moving targets and camera shy The room is dark and shadowed Time keeps ticking by Silence and solitude No one left to cry No one left to cry Standing in front a mirror I draw and pinch my skin Tired eyes portray reality A face of lines looks out in the world I am oak I am oak I am oak I am oak