Play my heart like the fiddle,
Make it fun.
Pluck the strings like a harp,
And see me shine as the sun.
Strum the rhythm like a guitar,
To being wild and young.
Bow the love like a violin,
When the game gets old and our time is up.
Press the beating like a piano,
If you miss me love.
Hear the the symphony of a summer orchestra.

People look and stare like I'm crazy
But to be honest I see you all in vertigo
Pulsing in and out of oblivion
Don't any of you care about the truth
Fake.
People ask me why I'm leaving
But I never arrived actually
Just a slate of erroding curiosity
Do any of your pieces fit here
Hate.
People of bloated and dense realities in motion
But I see the potential barricaded within you
Lodged by ego and envy
Don't any of you know love is the best word to describe
Death.
Which is just a means to an end before the next cycle

It was bright with the sun on our side
Now nobody sings

You've already taken a bite.
What's one
Or three more?
The Apple of Knowledge
You know you want
To eat it to the core,
And because of human conviction
You will always need more.