As the days go by, I float and wait.
The sun shines superficially, warmth never reaching under the skin.
Though it radiates about, the porcelain remains;
A smiling doll behind glass
What would it be like to live underwater?
A bubbling, gurgling being of silence,
emotion without words,
just groping ligaments.
Impulsive.
Vulnerable to the world.
It's all unraveling now
the threads aren't clear cut anymore;
the masterpiece lacks completion.
I'm just dancing my life away
Shall I dance for the world to see?
An exposé on reality.
Give them something to talk about, as tempting as meaningless gossip may be
I'll listen to you, you listen to me.
But if you don't like what you hear, it's not my problem
It was never my problem
If you can tell me whatever the hell you want, so can I
just watch me
A dream sandwiched between the clouds and the rain
A song beneath the undug earth
A path, winding it's way to God knows where, neither leading nor following.
Just...being. And that's more than enough for me.
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