modern life is mostly gossip I remember the good things at least I think I do all I can explain with words I drown beneath the significance of all these words I liked life well enough but I never understood it are there words for that? never thought I’d find the appropriate mask because believe me all accounts are fictional you can’t be too emotional about it emotions are all we have when you get down to it and we get down to it often enough
I have no designated function I‘m the ghost of failed endeavours but I feel safer now with emotional parking and appropriate buffer zones my colours and tones inverted I cast a slender shadow across the now and then I’ve
earned my seclusion but a happy
isolation would be just another
cage so just look at me now not a stitch to wear but I go dancing just the same the world is still young it’s me who has changed I
would decline the invitation but I
expect that I’m expected and I’ll
show up just the same
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