so the dance has come to rest
your world locked inside some chest
the key is hidden
as always

in the place where you hide all things

the tomb of being you
the nails you bought
the coffin you're constructing
just so your own body can fit

how does the story end?
you wait
half-smiling

inexplicably and without method

Now you're showered
you feel great

Who the **** cares what you have to say ?

There is no anger in apathy
Dance like a girl
Until you can't sit down
Adrenaline is rushing
Now you're found

Punch the air like there is a true crowd

Play your silly cards
Swing and sing just to be loud

Smile inside
I think you'll find it's not very hard

take a break
you tired walker
you chose the wrong direction anyway

this journey to nowhere
seems to go on forever
no harm in a bit of thoughtful play

hum a tune you like
look around while you wait
oblivion will hardly care if you happen to be late

you fancy men dressed of consequence
you untimely girls of sad circumstance

there are holes in you
where things crawl

smiling and leaving paint
ever so sly
just in case you forget
the mirror is only one shade of a lie

the reminder of sprayed colors
leaking
laughing
the dripping colors from some eye

when the tears mean nothing
and you feel nothing
try to bottle and store your something

remain unforgiven
in the secret place you hide your true face

in holes you crawl
in eyes you charm
when the juice is ripe dripping from your lips
just until everything is quenched

untimely gentlemen of sad circumstance
well dressed women of false consequence

it occurs to me
while heating up my Campbell soup
trying to think of buzz words
for a resume

that someone
somewhere
holds my choke chain

its not the illusion that bothers me
as much as it is
my forced and terribly willingly
complicity

half here
half awake
the scarlet in the sea
touches wet far away

so the day begins
stop to catch
that branch through the wind

half stupid
half scared
still you can feel your magic hands
working the silly air

somehow you're winning
waving that wand that isn't there

are you just a monster
with good fashion sense?
are you just a criminal
with hearts hidden in a private vase?  

when the market is open
you can pick your apple for free
I don't know anything
I am not you, I am not me