Snowflakes Im moving your mental feet In complex dances and jigs Ill loosen up your consciousness Like a syrup of figs Its time to emerge from camouflage leaves and twigs Time to throw the fake noses and fright wigs Time to face the music No more metaphor Time to decide your fate Will you be cooked or go raw Will you be Rare and bloody with your soul exposed Or well done a charcoal surface with your insides froze and do you feel fear as you hear another door close or will you just turn away and flow where the wind blows and are you still satisfied with the pathways you chose or would you like to go back and rewrite the old prose Do you count the flakes When it snows And can you feel the heat or only the afterglows Do you count the flakes When it snows Does your life sometimes feel like one big fake orgasm A gut reaction Instinctive spasm in the chasm And do your problems metamorphose into rubiks cubes Keep twisting and turning Becoming more confused Do you sometimes feel like youve been used and abused Your not visibly black and blue But on the inside bruised And does your love life leave you feeling kinda bemused Youve played all the games And youre no longer amused Sometimes it feels like Im looking through a pain of glass I can see your mouth move but cant hear the words
Posted on: Sat, 13 Dec 2014 11:35:34 +0000