Madness Crossing Sadness

Sirens and flashing rooms and writing on walls,
pulsing glee, simpler things
Ten hands tending to heights

There's always a reason to expect
Genies from ruins,
adult nightlights, and I think
We can do better than
Madness crossing sadness
Fraying at the edges and forgiving exes and
We find shelter in the arms of the forgotten

Years write themselves on blank faces and blank pages and you say,
"There's a reason."
But I prefer
A brand new way to a brand new me
See yourself
Reciting the alphabet backwards and pretend
You're okay
I can write sad songs and you can play sadfully along and pretend you know what
I'm thinking

Even I don't trace back but we
Need more than we're giving and based on our body language
We're ghosts sitting on the wall pretending
One minute is enough time
Enough to delve deeper
And make yourself into something you're not
Plays on words and
Fragments of truths you
Whisper.

"Who do you think you are?"

Foreverland

Artificial energy,
riveting into those 3AM thoughts and 5AM dreams
Who sees the deepest thoughts?
Ode to a foreverland on repeat
and I think
I can.