Fear, the maker of dreams,
Of what seems to be reality
Often leave me in screams,
Fatally afraid of my mortality.
Morality not in question
I forge ahead in my temerity,
Heedless of resolution
Resolutely accepting intensity.

At each preposterous scene
I react as if I am undeserving
Unable to know what it means
Pretending they’re not unnerving.
Just like in my waking real life
I try to tough it out and brag
But my villainy is cut with a knife
The specter keeps in a velvet bag.

I want so badly to wake up
But the dream gave me a potion
To drink from a bejeweled cup
Filled with a delicious poison.
And the other specters are sweet
Speaking in enticing voices.
The follow me with silent feet
Viciously narrowing my choices.

Do you know I think about you
When you're not around
Do you know that you're a king
You should be wearing a crown
Do you know your hearty soul
Is stew that feeds my heart
Do you know I picture you
In Yellow Submarine art

Everybody stand back ! I'm a poet* !

Remember all the weeks that we'd spend holed up in my house
Just a couple of thieves hiding out from the cops
We had a couple of things and I thought that I had you and I thought that you had me
But then you blamed me for taking the same things from you that I caught you taking from me
I was only picking up all the feelings you left lying on the ground
I tried to hide it but I could tell you knew even though I never made a single sound
Red handed, I tried to touch your face
But you just pushed me out the way and left me believing I was to blame
Because you knew the time had come and just outside the police were surrounding the place

You got away
I told them I made you do it
I could never rat you out
Even though you left me standing there while they came in to take us down

Now I'm serving my time, and I tried to write you once or twice even though I dont expect that you'll reply
I've got a few more years in here I think, and It's gonna give me the time that I think I'll need to sort you out of my mind
And I hope you always get away from the police, and I hope you always get whatever help you need, but I pray that when the day comes and I get free, I pray that you will stay away from me