Are feathers in your head
Floating and dreamlike
Till you fall back in bed
Some days
Are feathers in your head
Some words
Are broadswords in your mouth
Cutting and powerful
Till you finally spit 'em out
And those words
Hurt the feathers with their sounds
Some people
Are pebbles on your beach
Skipping stones for you
As you toss them out to sea
Some people
Are pebbles on your beach
And some days
Are feathers
Some days you have words
And people are pebbles
Some days
Are feathers in your head
Some dreams
Are puppets of your mind
Prancing but faking
Controlling your time
Some dreams
Become puppets of your mind
And some doors
Are hallways to the world
Open and beckoning
Till you let your life unfurl
Some doors
Are hallways to the world
And some days
Are feathers in your head