May 2020
Both feet on the ground
Quiet plains-
No rustled sound
Empty ballroom floor-
The last patron walks out the door
Midnight in my car-
Dreams of leaving, driving far
Both feet on the ground
An arm to grasp
We'll walk around
Staring at eternity;
At what transpired
Between you and me,
With our cadence off
Just skipping beats
Both feet on the ground
I'll hold myself
Like clouded glass
To you, I am opaque
Although I look quite stable
I'm bracing for
The coming quake
Quiet plains-
No rustled sound
Empty ballroom floor-
The last patron walks out the door
Midnight in my car-
Dreams of leaving, driving far
Both feet on the ground
An arm to grasp
We'll walk around
Staring at eternity;
At what transpired
Between you and me,
With our cadence off
Just skipping beats
Both feet on the ground
I'll hold myself
Like clouded glass
To you, I am opaque
Although I look quite stable
I'm bracing for
The coming quake
I just wanted to put my spin on the theory that we wear the mask that we want other people to see. Rarely do we understand what's actually happening in someone's brain and how they feel.
