Is it even true
And where is it all leading to
My short sight is good at stealing views
And leaving truths appear as lies
Like eaten fruits
I’m so numb I can’t believe the news
Stirring thoughts reheated soups
Counting breathes in 3s and 2s
Is it even true?
Why do I limp before I’ve lost a leg
Fear grips the hostage head, death
My fostered friend
What’s the end?
My worn answers get washed
Like the socks I’ve lost again
Slow down
Oh how I wish there was time!
The days falling high like a water slide
And as I form my sight to hoard the light,
I often forget to call goodbye
I try and store the sights
But before I know the roses
It’s autumn time
But I saw you cry
Do I really need answers or an open hand?
Do I need a zeus or a broken man?
My mind steers like a loaded van
Taking garden shears to holy lands, but inside my trojan plans
Do I know who I am?
Reflections strengthen as darkness grows
And so often in my party clothes it hardly shows
But as my imaginary friends start to go
I park the boat long enough to become
The only one my Father knows
Please calm the ghosts
I see them inside the glass
I close my eyes like it’s the last
A spear head in my side as I fight the past
Sinking sodden in clovered fields
Dying under horses and roman shields
I can see this moment for how I will
Statue Still
And as days fold out like paper chains
I wait, I wait, I wait in vain
To see your gorgeous face again