I’ve seen a bunch of blinds,
Window blinds that flutter.
It’s not supposed to happen so she says,
And i am scared, but just a little
My voice sounds different sometimes
And yours does too
It often lifts me from the couch.
And sets me on the porch
There is something that follows
It sits there with its ashtray in hand
And switches the lights from white to pink
And i am scared, but just a little.
I’m supposed to repeat things too.
But to avoid confusion i stay quiet
While a preface is needed for every new friend
It’s easier to stick with you
And yes, there is a lack of fluidity.
And a hidden envelope of confidence
But until the blinds lose their flutter
I am still scared, but just a little.