Breaking down the step-by-step, faster than free thoughts
and furthermore songs I avoid writing, things I avoid trying,
and to wonder why water floods down on empty windowpanes
I can't complete the answer
Birds of my persuasion get wrapped up in the washer
calling me to deliver a perfectly constructed argument
and words of advice and compliments -
A reasonable person would appreciate
But I fall, flying in abysses they told me not to venture in
But wait, the canyon is shallow.
So shallow, though to drown simple sentiments into
stifled melodies saved for later, I said,
I have no words, no thoughts, only emotions
Can you comprehend that?
A completely Feeling motivation for one of "life's administrators?"
All my brushstrokes lie within lines I lay for myself
Lonely, yes, but never loose to lose constructions
my pen's dictated since twelve years past
Ink clearer than the outline of my eyes
Saving long-strung thoughts for twelve years forward - just wait.
Just wait.
