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It's late. It's late & i've got an itch. The clock is laughing & i'm sitting back & just taking it. But what can i do? Weaving & bending this colorful stream of ideas & dreams takes a lot of energy. I hear the sounds through the walls. The giggles, the love-making. The melting away of faces & places & certain feelings. On the surface it is something. Inside it's nothing. It's wasted time. In the morning it will all be well & forgotten. The sun will burn away the aches, the sores, the all-encompassing disease. Cleansing fire & days & days of rain. How wonderful the bounty. How plentiful the sorrow. But it's here. It is NOW. The rocking back & forth, the gripping. It's a path of dark & sweet secrets & hollow footsteps that can be heard for miles. All around the sights & sounds. I beckon to One. A little pity, a little shame. No man is a castle. Outside it's loud. Hand claps & knee slaps. And humming. Humming along to the sweet, sweet Melody. I know the words. I wrote this song a long, long time ago. Time is no longer on my side. Time separates me, it empties me. Time fades underneath immense pressure to be "worth" something. Time has no ears. I can feel myself leaving. Floating across the skyline painted in reds & blues & greens on the unreachable ceilings. I make waves this way. I try different combinations of light & smell. The clothes are real. The chorus is high. The seed is planted & the breaks are sewn. All around me they glint & gleam now. All around me. Escape is imminent. The time is right for breaking free & breaking falls. We're all in serious need. We NEED. We'll follow & clean up after ourselves. Eventually we'll no longer need to be. Hours. Hours have gone by. The smooth glide belies troubled mind. Involuntary movements. Strict thought. Create, stop, erase. Not interested. Slowly fading in & out. Smart decisions with no proper way to express them. OUT! I've no help here anymore. The theme is gone. The trade has been made. It's never too late. It is ALWAYS. |