you slowly light another cigarette

and explain how your life’s become a joke

some cosmic prank that you just don’t get

you don’t understand

you just sit and smoke

your future is lying in shreds all around you

can’t free the image

 though god knows you’ve tried

your at the mercy

of that which has found you

nothing could feel this void inside

the air hangs heavy with unspoken fear

you search for light

or you sure as hell try

i realize that through all of these years

this may be the first time I’ve seen you cry

your suddenly lost

and that’s why you came

searching for reason

and possibly blame

so you want to save the world,
by dancing around yourself.
instead you keep setting fires,
paper dolls never helped.
i once caught you singing,
among the hanging gardens,
but when you caught me peeking,
you tucked away your soul.

you say you own the universe,
but i know different,
mermaids told me.
and we both ran to the swings,
but you didn’t sit near mine.
you paint the moon the stars,
and the skies that shape the universe.
you were just a warm embrace,
growing cold to pass the time.

so telling huh?  it’s ok.  i’ll tell myself that i don’t care, that it’s nothing personal.  i’ll go take photographs of the cactus gardens and listen to the chatter of foreign insanity while freedom walks at my feet.  “hey boy, i really missed you”.