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Sometimes you just give up trying.
I hope you don't mind, I don't answer your call,
I'm too busy dancing shadows around my wall,
My head's in a whirlpool as I spin back through time,
My thoughts are messed up, I don't know what they'll find,
The memories keep calling your name,
But I don't know the rules of your game,
Your statute keeps passing the blame,
Think I'm going insane!

I draw back the curtains, take a look at the day,
And I see that it's raining from skies that are gray,
I have no need to venture out into the world,
When I have a corner in which I can curl,
And I can hide in the crook of my arm,
And the candle flame can keep me warm,
And the four walls will keep me from harm,
I feel safe in their charm!

The painter in my mind paints visions for me,
And the poet accounts them with words that are free,
I skip through the meadows described in his prose,
With the warmth of the sun on my back, I suppose,
In my world where everything's real,
I can control the way that I feel,
Insanity and I make the deal,
And my fate, it is sealed!

Now I may be crazy or maybe I'm not,
My fortune's my future, my future's my lot,
And maybe I'm flying or maybe I've fell,
But you can't deny me my Heaven or Hell,
And I take back the love that you stole,
And I use it to rebuild my soul,
And I dig myself out of your hole,
And my heart's once more, whole!
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Published: 8/28/2012
Bouquets and Brickbats