When poison reaches the heart, that will be the end
Leave. Don’t stay, don’t pray. There is nothing to defend
Count the skies in the touch of a constant flame
A drop, forming a ripple, forming a wave, carried by the essence of your name.
You know, all this, it seems like a practical joke
Clowns representing misery, children accepting candy from strangers
Why else would anyone bother? Let the leaves fall where they may
There are cameras everywhere. They’ll know what to do
There’s a code to every passage. It’ll send them all away
No damage caused, on zebras knowing too many shades of black and white
A binder to keep the pages intact. No one willing to sell their souls just yet
Opinionated essays bring their trouble to the table, empty with character, filled with presence
It’s true, hey. Firecrackers illuminate your work. Fine, neat, steady. I stand corrected.
I wish they could shed light on what your hands now grieve for
I guess, as irreversible as time is, it escapes to the last second of a clip
Once it’s gone, it blurs away. To a box opened only by nostalgia screaming in a fountain booth
It lets the rain fall on your stairway, as you step down
And now you’re ready to change course, heading back to some place out of norm.