I’ll call for a pocket share
To hold my belongings
For the moment
I am gone
In my thougths
But still in the room
I will be back
No now
But soon
I’ll call for a pocket share
To hold my belongings
For the moment
I am gone
In my thougths
But still in the room
I will be back
No now
But soon
Obey the cake
That lies on your plate
Don’t wait
For a new command
Just eat
The cake
And move on with life
Uptight and cheap
Were the words
That drifted
Across the cafe
As she said it
With grand disdain
For both the moment
And the idea
Of what she had left
And what had given her
A cheap protea
The night closes
With a shut door
It will resume again
When it opens
Once more
Impressive and magnificient
Insignificant
But the whole entire
World
Relies
On a few sets of eyes
So the grandiose
Is the way
Some say
Of the future
The midnight swoon
Starts with a sliver of a moon
Rising in the west
As the desert dust settles
Over the mountians
And the purple fades to blue
It’s the kind of night
That make
Dreams come true
Woozy light
From the morning sun
Living up
And letting go
From the nights
Long confused dreams
So it seems
That it all begins
When the woozy light
Comes through the window
Screen
Faint troubles
Fade in the rearview mirror
As the errors grown
Quite
Clearer
What was done
And what could have been done
Could have prevented this mistake
This misgiven one
Melodic smoke
Rings from the car
Next to me
At the light
Bouncing off the hood
And into mine
Off the pavement and
Into the sky
Reverberating
Into the night
If no one listens
And all we do is talk
We don’t see other perspectives
We don’t take other shoes
To walk
Through the life we live
And learn about each
Other
It just seems now
It’s one human
Vs
Another