Hollowed out ideas
Seem to grow a skeleton
when you're not around
I make changes in your voice
I hear what's not there
Among the white noise
And for the longest instant
I fear you look at me
The same way I look at you
Then I am reminded
By intense universal forces
I am upsetting the natural order
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 3:14 AM UTC
Hollowed out ideas
Seem to grow a skeleton
when you're not around
I make changes in your voice
I hear what's not there
Among the white noise
And for the longest instant
I fear you look at me
The same way I look at you
Then I am reminded
By intense universal forces
I am upsetting the natural order
Ode to the sweet boy. It's not the best I have written, but had to get it out. it was clogging up my spiritual pipes ha.