You're like a rusted crown,
Like a unicorn on an island,
A mermaid on dry land,
and the golden apple of my life,
A creak in the floor,
and the name of the wind.

Hey there friend,
let's bend
to the will of the people.
Crane our necks
and get on our knees
this is the price of Freedom
you better go run with the bees
cause like them, you're running out of time.
But don'be be fooled by the tricks of a mime
nothing is silent
and everything shines.
Nothing is black and white
there is so much gray, despite
all of the reasons there shouldn't
in another world there wouldn't.
So enjoy what you got
give up what you sought,
cause my friend life is short
in any way shape or sort.

It's inevitable to be forgettable
no matter what print you leave
it'll wash away with the new
the new generation
will leave you on your ***
asking yourself what happened.
Where did the stereo go?
where did the youth disappear to
underneath the bags in your eyes
the crumbling fingernails
and the rusting nails holding together
plywood.
holding itself together.
Holding
on
tight.

All this time I've been worried
about the one thing that was perfect
Now I'm lost,
dazed,
confused.

Getting back to where I started,
that's probably the only way.
I've gotta to backwards,
that's okay.

If I stay here,
I'll rot away.

These thoughts envelop
me like a blanket
Nurtured by pain,
comforted by death,
with the apathy tree overgrown,
I welcome thee.