Friday, June 23, 2017

To old to be fun to young to be dumb

I feel inflated grown up waiting to be raised in
Waiting to be paved hiding under lamp posts for shade
The cruelest setting let the bedding fall the hungry meddling
The crumbs they are settling on sheets
The lawnmower rumbles shaving the long into trim
Saving whims inside of hymns
At least I'm not weak the shine felt petite fog rolling over peaks

The hours are like flowers blooming from the showers
Grime met with power days file a daze each step fit it in
Each moment fit it in find it often fidgeting
I thought we were a magnet I thought so I had it
All the items are just blinding entertainment turned to an assignment
Forget about the pain the irrational the deranged the upsetting tone
The worlds on ends the bottom of the ocean the sky turned to thread
Tread on and live long no matter is much just find a song and sing along
Forget the words sing it wrong tap your foot off beat to the setting sun

The night turns to umber the thunder wanes to wonder the sunder
The shouting the over under the balance of a palace
The house mates made it aster shared it after
A shift of a brick the hole pile found in the sticks
Kubrick the cubes drift the nuisance the oohs and ahhs lined the shelf
Pursuance