Fact is stranger than fiction.
Quentin sits for days trying to think of a plot,
As dazed and twisted as his.
And should the Tiger King take Quentin under his wing,
I am sure that Quentin's mouth will be searching for teeth.
(but then again, don't you think Quentin is a tad bit
old?)
Benevolent monarch, with peasants made of fur.
Boldy he strays upon a kingdom never his.
And the peasants,
They have no choice
Have no voice,
Nothing but the strength to look the Tiger King's
Advisor in the eye
as they say
"Goodbye".

My hair touches my soft, huge pillow
And I tuck myself, thinking
Of the bright yellow egg to be prepared by our mother
The next morning
A mother scratches through her hair
Tangled with worries of where
Her husband has been,
To get the wages for eggs
She hopes will make in time for her six year old son
Eyes closed
With rumbling tummy,
Little Tommy, will you wake up to the bright
Yellow sun not only
Your eyes shall see
But shall touch you hopes?

i never understand this feeling
heavy breathing
can't sleep
can't eat
spacing out too often
wondering
what's next
between Otis and Maeve
or maybe
i'm just still wondering
what could've been
between you and me
and I know its way too late
for us
but I wish it's never the same for them
because they're just on their way to their 3rd season
and we have finished ours
and I don't want to see the same ending
twice

Jigsaw,
Jigsaw,
All that there ever was
Was a stone cold face with a puzzled heart.