melancholy and sticky i lay here trying to fit into all the situations i can imagine myself in
sticky with you like glue on my fingers
running with drum sticks looking for the skins to beat a rhythm of myself into
you'll never know how the disingenuous talk has worn on me
i think of the millions of words my eyes have crossed
and the millions more my ears have suffered.
there is nothing that surprises me more than the absolute truth in the matters of the heart.
i walk in
bent on the moment
and i greet all the dogs at my feet and in my bed
and i find a woman silently reading from some book that will bring us closer to our truth
and i find myself further from mine
the irony passes over me for but a moment
then in the next breath i walk over to kiss her
kiss her like yesterday was only ours
and like tomorrow will never arrive.
i am no fool
i know how things can change
i know how allegiance can be traded like the skin on our backs, if they aren't the right hue
but i digress
and willingly give into these moments of chaos searching for the grace that i want us to exist in
if only in my ever changing mind
you'll never know i am the least involved in the making sense part of this
i am at the mercy of my expansive heart and even more boundless mind.
i let you see this side of me
messy and faltering
crashing in and upside the tidal walls that are supposed to contain this
call them breaker walls-
and i will tell you of a death or two.
angst in the pores of my misunderstanding
and clarity in my intent
we are the same in our dissimalar take on the subscription filled world.
we are the same in our principles
we are different in our expressions and risk taking
perhaps a bridge will unite us
as the words coax us closer
to finding some similar
understanding
of what scares us most.
we can take on these big things
the two of us
all we need is a table
a moment
and a few orders to work us out
meet me anywhere and we'll unfold all of this
two worlds
a million hang ups
and one meaning
in what it's all about..
