before
I was scared to open up
but now when I can
there's nothing to open
the doors broke straight from the fences
they broke up with the house
and now this temple is withering
or maybe they just slowly
became the wall
and I've become
comfortably numb
what have I become?
just like the painmaker
maybe I should push away
everyone I've ever known
push them all away
anyways I still push them all the time
so what's the difference?
but before I betray everyone I've ever known
I have to switch them up
as a last ditch effort
from lionheart to the toothless pegasus
he's missing an eye, but that one
can still see it a
when I take it out and put it back in
I conceived my new vision
restart
this time I have to be me
but no one has taught me that
so I look in the mirror
and imitate what I see
'often imitated,
never duplicated'
M. Irror (approx. 4000 BCE)
wait
my reflection cuts me deep
take it easier
let's start from a scratch
like myma told me
clean up my room
I know that will clear my head
apply that shampoo thoroughly
let it seep into my brain
wash rince and repeat
went out from the shower
bought me a few books that might interest
might grease a few rusty gears...
just to put them on the shelf
and tell me they don't look nice there
like a few shiny cards to collect
put away
and never look at again
I try to fill my soul through my mouth
but before I reach enlightenment
the stomach ache drags me back down
to acidic depths
I try to go and visit interesting places
just to go on the same walks
over and over and over again
but there's a place
I haven't visited in a long time
the attic
where my old toys are
chewed up pieces of plastic
the vessels for my childhood stories
the only friends that haven't left me
but I left them
to find new friends
ones that can eventually leave
now I'm left here playing with them
once again
and the plastic dragon flies again
I forgot I was holding him on one hand
he truly flies again
he tells me
come fly with me
help me find my friend
The dragon rider of course!
I cannot tell him this, but I lost him years ago
twas before I took mymom's advice
before I started cleaning my room
But I play pretend
and fly with the dragon
we go through old fields of gold
slowly turning green
getting a bit more color
getting bigger
as I get smaller
we search high and low
while the world has exponentially grown
he looks back
a kid looks at me through his plastic eyes
I found him
he says
and then he truly flies
live forever
my non-decomposable friend
immortalise my memories
poison the earth
with my legacy!
