“Daydreaming Again”

I go floating with the wind
Like the plastic bags, I spin
In a fortunate display of youthful melodrama
I look into my past
And shoot forth from the wreckage
Dividing my former mindsets
I’m eating the pieces I still like
I heat the rest in the microwave
Attempting to melt what held me as slave

I crumble at the thought of you
Knowing you’ll always forget what I said
That you can hold me into the night if you want to
Without my heart, I’m better off dead

You leave me the keys
Saying I can drive where I please
Into a land where creativity
Is the only law we believe
I paint a foggy picture with my breath
Not knowing how much longer it’s gonna last
I fall down backwards out of my bubble
And land face first on the planet Earth
       --june 11, 2003