How can this be poetry to talk about it?
Little monsters on my shoulder crossing out words
It’s a choice to live by when you’ve eaten your friends
It’s a modern nightmare to interpret as you will
Sages of the ages they have got me thinking
Maybe I just have to play the part I’m given
It’s a truth without a beauty, all or nothing
Talking yourself into it will leave you
200 questions that I’m dulling to a fault
Another batch of things I never knew I owned
Yet another shade of grey I never saw before
Willing the clock to speed, I think it just might work this time
I’d like to confide in you a mid-day secret
I’d like to, in less than 20 words, complete it
Dolls, and all they represent will teach you something
Know yourself is actually to strive for godliness
200 questions that I’m dulling to a fault
Another batch of things I never knew I owned
Yet another shade of grey I never saw before
Willing the clock to speed, I think it just might work this time
Defining moments have a way of looking good
Like leather bookcovers or scratched up super-8s
This time especially I think I struck that pose
I’ve got a crazy feeling things just might work out this time around