I choose to be loose
in the witty city
shitty city
pity city
where I disappeared
for the prime of my life
I choose to be loose
in the witty city
shitty city
pity city
where I disappeared
for the prime of my life
wish which way you’d like to play
and go again another day
rolling rolling rolling
down a hill
along the edge
of the ocean
walk on their own
sulk on their own
on and into and over fallen logs
to find a friend
where we used to walk
where I walked just today
and the sages are green again
and their scent is just time trapped in dust
and they are both different
each different the rain different the morning different
but the same
why don’t you?
who else is gonna do it?
a shadow on the hillside
your own
the sun setting
a “normal” day
wish-ish to make believe in
hero you
hero true
shadow you
and persevere
no more
pursue engage
with swiftness
with the proper sage rage
oh well alas
we turn the corner and become
one with musicbox
a fantasy
a quest?
a place to rest