i couldnʻt look away,
lost in that penetrative gaze, i was forced to stay
and if i averted that gazed
iʻd be forced into that oblivion again.
you trapped me,
in the fantasy of the old ball and chain
contented in my mind to be bounded there for an eternity
and yes, this is a happy exaggeration
that iʻve conjured in my mind once again
and yes,
when i fall, i fall into an abyss of words
and they cradle me like the armʻs
of your warm sanctuary
and true, when i fall i fall into pictures and colors
and there is my inspiration
asleep beneath the clouds,
dormant below the ocean
so let the water crash on my beg
i beg the sun set on my passed and bring me a new horizon
on a different landscape
where i may learn to appreciate whatʻs been given to me for free
and let my trees grow straight and healthy as its branches break out in their own direction
let my smoke swirl and burn slow into my lungs and i beg--i beg it comes for free
from my sweet glass
i been tied to every blade of grass for months and shackled under the morning clouds
like no one youʻve ever known but iʻve broken free at your gaze
full and empty pure and horrible
iʻm tired of the ants and ready for the birds
take me away.
