Fly
I say, “I’m done, I’m gone, gonna move on, pack up, I’m outta here” but, then I stay. I think, “maybe I should fly. It would be a better view, a different angle on what to do with these problems around us, confound us, compound around us all, come pound on my skull.” We pretend that we have no problems. We bury them alive in the bottoms of our closets and our dressers and our trunks from which we take the clothes out everyday to wear and prentend our problems are not there. Before long, you can smell them. They are rotting, rotting. They are buried problems but they’re Not Dead. Sometimes I wanna play make-believe. I wanna a “tinker-trunk” and some magic melody. I will choose my outfit that will fit my choices and I will wear it as the outside of my life today. But, that may change in a whim or in a rage. I think “maybe I should fly, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe I should fly…I say, “I’m done, I’m gone, gonna move on, pack up, I’m outta here” but, then I stay. I think, “maybe I should fly. It would be a better view, a different angle on what to do with these problems around us, confound us, compound around us all, come pound on my skull.” We pretend that we have no problems. We bury them alive in the bottoms of our closets and our dressers and our trunks from which we take the clothes out everyday to wear and prentend our problems are not there. Before long, you can smell them. They are rotting, rotting. They are buried problems but they’re Not Dead. Sometimes I wanna play make-believe. I wanna a “tinker-trunk” and some magic melody. I will choose my outfit that will fit my choices and I will wear it as the outside of my life today. But, that may change in a whim or in a rage. I think “maybe I should fly, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe I should fly…
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