Watching-Life-Go-On

Why am I a crate of old notebooks? Most of them still with pages to fill I used to be the pen. Why am I a stack of CDs? A ten-year-old iPod left uncharged? I used to be the one-man band. Why am I a canvas on a shelf? Set above my reach I used to be the brush. Even if I feel like dust Where is the current To make me dance in the sun?

There was an old man on his bayou porch Playing an old banjolele The nature buzzed in his tranquil watch In the distance lay sleeping a baby The young girl sat humming a popular tune Her brother patiently fishing Sunlight in ribbons shone on the lagoon The stars waiting for wishing Oh, how idyllic the summer could go Lost in the hum of the fireflies Warmer than pie in a mother's hold When safe, the babe never cries

We were abandoned, but it wasn't a lonely feeling It seemed the party leaving was part of their plan This was necessary A beach covered in the softest, siftiest sand Warm and glowing Just like you were to me Sweeter than usual Small talks and eyelashes winking at prospect It had the power to mend a few shards The temptation to dance, or play with your hair Take an hour to contemplate your smile If not eternity You hold this small golden ring and place it On the last knuckle of my pinkie And after admiring it you pull it off and say "You're not ready." But still you opt to take a picture Curse me, for choosing to be shy And refusing to le

Blind is the first thing I see In contrast to the rush of life I hear I imagine somewhere Not far, but not adjacent Someone is watering their grass Just as I should be But I've slept in Someone is walking their dog And vacuuming the carpet Has already clocked in While I stare at my face in the mirror And am positive I won't accomplish Half of my to do list Numb to reason It lasts all season And maybe into the next It's like those cultures with week long celebrations I extend my lulls in life Celebrating something too loathsome to ignore If only I could remember My life has greater things to continue But this pity party Doesn't have enough fi

We starve-look At one another Short of breath Walking proudly in our winter coats Wearing smells from laboratories Facing a dying nation Of moving paper fantasy Listening for the new told lies With supreme visions of lonely tunes Somewhere Inside something there is a rush of Greatness Who knows what stands on front of Our lives I fashion my future on films in space Silence Tells me secretly Everything Everything

Time to eat, time for sleep I can't seem to get on my feet It's all I can do just to hide All I can do just to hide Wish on the sun when morning comes To take me away from my window So I can breathe it in and fly I can breathe it in and fly Sitting on the edge The edge of my bed Swing my legs and gain some momentum Sitting on the edge The edge of my bed Swing my legs and gain some momentum, momentum I'm tired of thinking my life would improve if I could just move From this closet of a house that don’t fit like a shoe And know my blood without air is just flowing blue My mind is trying to breathe in some perfume From the pastures of li

You should see the view It's better from here Funny thing's you Might not really care It's hard to tell these days You've been kind of off I can tell 'cuz it feels like I'm talking to myself Didn't know you Were already deaf I figured you weren't Quite old enough yet But who knows in these times? It's getting so strange Why can't we go back Before our lives changed? Your mind is flattened out, it's thin as a crêpe All it is is pantyhose stretched over your face But still you're so afraid that you're gonna suffocate Calm down You won't suffocate Calm down I think that when we're puppets The puppeteer is just our fears Oh, I'm not go

Why is it That the same thing that makes you sing Turns you mute? Everything you slave for And strive to hold dear Is slippery and elusive above all The same cry of rapture Flipped on its back Becomes a wail of anguish The knife you never imagined Would fathom to pierce you Runs deeper than your darkest, shadowed corner It's only a difference in temperature That boils or freezes When we wish it would all be sublime

I don't know why I'm so concerned about you But I'd like to get to know you You've got your punk soul And your cowboy parade You make a girl go stupid when you put on shades But there's nothing There's nothing that gives me a clue To why I keep finding myself worried 'bout you I'm untouched, that's to say I'm the cleanest thing you've ever seen And don't ask how But yes I know your history When I used to like your friend Until he got married And my hope for good things It was initially buried But coming back to town And you're all in my face Like a special little nugget shining up the place Everybody says "He's a miracle." Everybody says "He

For every name I call you, you give me five For every step I take forwards, you drag me back ten All the hills I climb have grooves of blood From fingers trying to grasp for the good Your opacity is transparent to me Your great wads of green have only done mean things And I'm hearing this language designed to confuse But I combat it by wiping the dust from my shoes I hear "do the job you're given" When the parameters are open To all my experimentation And from my point of examination Your earplug's full of water You are due an exhumation Patience is virtuous if you keep it true to origins Of etymology, all apologies I've a thing for words a