Yes! You're free!
Can't see?
Within this prison,
Go wherever.

I couldn't choose to live life quietly if I wanted to
That the lion's roar rings true for all to hear.
That I must make a fool of myself
When facing life I will do so embracing it with a laugh
When facing death I will do so I will wail for those who cannot
I dare not squelch a soul, I dare not wish it on anyone
That your soul should live, and live loudly

Brain waves sway in this cerebral cyclone.
Eating, breathing, bleeding in a home that isn't my home.
Breathing? BREATHING? What are we doing that for?
Abusing and losing. But who's keeping score?
Racing, chasing, running in a circle now.
The same train of thoughts has fallen off the tracks now.
Trying to abide by all your stupid rules now.
Searching for the answers in a mind that's shut downnnnnnn..

Get me out of this new cerebral cyclone.
Ringing! RINGING! That isn't a telephone!
Air-conditioned suppositions and amenities to die for.
View of the pool and a washer-dryer combo.
It's useless to use this scattered brain jumbled mess.
We go from 60 to zero.

But we wear less to impress.

Now we're preparing to pretend that this isn't the end.
When we know that it's time to detonate.
We hear the wind chime now, it's time to unwind now.
But to be thrown off the rocker' s our fate.

Oh, what we'd give for a sweet cerebral cyclone.
Noisy voices in my head, but at least I'm not alone.
Dreaming.. Dreaming... Leave us on the bathroom floor.
Lovely ****** tub with amenities galore.

I have found myself beneath
Rocks turned up away from me,
And
I have found myself behind the door
             home alone
And
I have found myself beneath unfolded
Laundry in the basket,
             eyes squinted, keeping warm.

I have found myself in smaller forms -

Between book covers,
A grey dust exhumes at the turn of
             each its leaves,
Just as I have nestled away
             former inspirations -
Now as I
Open them up the
Fine powder fills my eyes, a dreamy
Lense reveals the dark skyward chasm
And its endless fires.

If only I knew how to reach them,
My old flames and I could reminisce
And I could
Close and put away all the stories
I never finished.

A smile can't fool many
when your battered & weary heart
fails at hiding its despair &
flows out its unhappy
as joyless tears.

Waited to be sofisticated.
Desires saturated.
Feelings contemplated.
Unknown people stalked & hated.
Commitments unreached & outdated.
Birthdays belated.
Imaginary relationships created.
Fantasies unfated.
Communities fenced & gated.
Opposite sexes connected & mated.
Second thoughts changed & debated.