This midmorning awakening This bleak whiteness, nothingness The eye that stares through your mirror A suction entanglement On stained sheets Figures with no regrets Their doubts caste a shadow here The time drifts The time swells The skies melt In my dream I am older Everything is soft out of focus Theres this sound which disturbs me A clarinet plays in the distance Everything turns black and white I must go to work I know where it is Ive been there before Ill go there this time They will not have to force me Ill go there willingly Ill go there today This could be New York This could be London I dont care anymore Im wearing this suit A black suit Im wearing this time A black tie Im carrying this case A black case I walk down the street The people are staring The taxi cab is slower A piano falls from above It smashes in front of me I fall to the floor I open this door Im back in my room I see two people asleep This midmorning awakening This bleak grey whiteness, nothingness The eye that stares through your mirror I see two figures asleep They look older You look Older Were all older Let us join them in their dreams Were only four hours Were only four moments Were only here too long
Posted on: Mon, 10 Nov 2014 00:40:53 +0000
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