My mind beats out of time
Somewhere along the line
My clock just died
With every tick of joy
And tock of fear
My heartstrings gone haywire
Intentions unclear
Like a car spiraling circles
I just couldn’t steer clear
And a tick and a tock
And baboom and baboom
Flying like light waves
I transcend to the moon
And ooooh
I am home.
But what is home
But another unknown
Can I find it in my art?
Does it reside in my heart?
Is it numbers? Is it time?
Is it the wrinkles in my skin?
Does it end when all else newly begins?
Can I find it in sleep?
In that chilling unwind
When all is unspoken
And but a wrinkle in time?
Or does it harvest in fear and the thrill of regret
My mind screaming no
My chest pounding yes
I digress.
When you sleep I read novels found in the crevices of your dreams
That project to me softly on white sheets with stitched seams
What keeps you so frighteningly still?
Ah, the hypnosis of sleep.
Each night as the rays descend
It pulls around the bend
And you to pretend to amend to all you have lent
But stormy and dark, yet stark-sickly sweet
It commands you to weaken and bend to your knees
Now, if you please,
Tell me why all that I see
Is so overpoweringly harder to be
How can I take all that is there
And bottle it to save for all to share
Because each light I gather
Has an equally beautiful match
That flickers and flares for all eyes to catch
Open them wide!
Exist while you’re here!
And however far you are
I will always be near
Well I guess I found home,
At least for tonight
In the lost souls surrounding me.
And your arms holding me tight.