Is this just a stage?
A sacred place?
A mirror in space?
A fall from grace?
Just another one of those days
Screaming into my pillowcase
As the hands of the clock
Orbit it’s face
When I feel concave
I forget how to behave
So I jump on the stage
Dream something better than this fate
“Take center and stay.” they say
Hurry up and wait
Feelings erased as I self replicate
Hazy days, fickle faces, freeways
Forget how loud it gets at this pace
Sinking slaves, slips and strays
Frequently a shadow I’ll find by my side
And technicolor behind my eyes
A quiver of some stirring air
A knot formed folorn in my very hair
A constellation that once untaught
Leeds me deep in a forest of thoughts
Where ghosts drone on and on and on
About lovers once come and gone
Comes on like a wave and leaves me wanting more
Absorbed and flailing for the nearest shore
In the storm, I perform, deformed and torn
Icy cold but slithers so warm
Everything except lukewarm, transform
In the middle I meet you
I’ve learned not to need you
Muses in pastel hues
Morning dew, thats my cue
Covers and Calvin’s
California canyons
Cannons and stallions
Cruise with companions
Forget the fear
With the wind we steer
You’ll make it there and I’ll make it clear
It keeps me sane
The fool, the ape
The prism, the cage
I’ll wait while you contemplate
Put on them all
Ill be your rag doll
It all flies off as i fall, curtain call