I am sorry I’ve not met you
or rather formally introduced.
I am a small time song writer
all’s free that I’ve produced.
I want to scream from heights
the subtle talks even fights
or fits of laughter I’m so bright
need I still your pretty light.
The way a smile and stare go
ours blew my mind and I know
that here in halls of hallow notes
we saw our faces longingly glow.
Here the weather’s changed now
that your sky it has not come out
to grace this place I forget I’m the
person who this thing’s truly about.
Maybe I am contorted twisted vain
where silence of calm must remain.
I have become a capital usual insane
organism single celled biopic brain.
This is me these are my quick words
from places inside left so unheard;
I stroll along down daydreams absurd
I’m nothing and the numbness I deserve.
What matters is my smile outward
and not being a quiet coward
during the time void existed in power
I can heal and rest for hours.