ReverberatingYou may find me deep in silence and shadowsWeighing all things in my head with deafening echoesWandering, wondering, waiting, copingPanning, planing , and patiently hoping.I watch it tip to the rightand tip to the leftI make my my markand I make my checkAnd with my handsI make no regretfrom failures is growthand from that successAnd so far I must saythat is something I must possesMy body makes no sound as I intently stareinto space and open airdoth I a bit more force? A bit more weight?Or should with my blues your reds negate?Don't mock what you don't understandor at least that is or was my planUnbiased the nature and neutral in amensMy eyes and yours begin to fade and blendI watch it tip to the rightand tip to the leftI make my my markand I make my checkAnd with my handsI make no regretfrom failures is growthand from that successAnd so far I must saythat is something I must possesDo not be afraid of what is before youfor I am a mad man through and thro
Playing with WordsIf I could I wouldbut not to say that I should.But that isn't rightI should say that I mightor at anytime I canwith a decent plan.But would you allow me so,without thinking I was foe,for doing what I do,and doing what feels true?It isn't very hard for meand in words it sets me free.So might you play backor kill it with a solemn whack?We could instead throw them around,or are you afraid to play the clown?One more thing before the end,know doing so can help things mend.But at the same time remember this,beware the black lines kiss.For it is a form of lovebetween me and my dearly beloved.
Mind of a LunaticEver wondering the things that can't be solvedI'll take the world apartAnd with a dagger smile I shall, with my right handRid myself of that HarlequinLaugh for the audience pagliaccifor the world is your stageand you are the foolTra la la la la, tra la la la.Never could figure what to do with thyselfsitting in a imaginary thronewhile trying hard at playing David and Goliathwith the sky overhead.Maybe that is when the silver turned tarnishedand the copper warpedWhen the pot cracked in your headand bathed thee with hystericsCry for the world pagliaccifor they will never understandor is that the other way around?Tra la la la la, tra la la la.
Step intoI can feel the warmth beneath the coldnever could never trust what I was toldas I fell from my palace on the moonall I could think was I would hit the ground soonA step forward into fiery reda step backwards in to icy bluemy dreams lay out of bedinto the sweeping grace of afternoonI kept my love under the floorboards in a jarknowing that if I ran that I would not run farA glancing look, a moment of laughteris all the fool was ever afterA step forward to the doora step backwards with whom I adoremy dreams kiss my eyes goodnightand lock me in with the light