My life is my own
I say beneath my breath
As I watch you take your steps
Towards another that I loathe
But I don’t mind outside my mind
Inside it I forbode it
My superego overpowers every
Second of resistance I could find
I take first steps out towards
Another street I’ve never gone
See the streetlights sway, the figments blown
And turn onto a different road
And see you standing there
A laugh across your face
I mirror to avoid disgrace
And step back into the store
Take the mirror off the shelf
And put my face up in the front
So I can see someone I trust
Enough to tell them what I felt
Though even then I just pr
I look in the mirror and it tells no lies
I give it a second and I wonder why I feel so sick
Of the morning every routine with the bags in my eyes
Stubble overnight on my cheek, I peek inside to grab the lotion
Put a blade up to my face take a second, then close it
Gaunt face stares back at me silently
As I find the worst part of mornings is me and my skin
There is no beauty within or finesse to caress
No dress that flows, instead chisled by droves
My best views overwrote by the standard woes
I want to be pretty
But pretty is a fallacy
The thought of which so callously
Can't penetrate the quo to me
I look at the mirror and I see me
What's a
Flip the channel see what's buzzing
Receptions fuzzy, turn it off let's move on
Turn the phone on and rock out
To an old favorite song
The second verse's a curse
press pause move on
Go find something new
What else's there to do?
Checking facebook, read the cliffnotes of some others' friends lives
Getting married, jobs and families
Found their perfect wives
Me, I'll watch the viral botching fails
And laugh as all the hours fly by
To three to four to five oh my
I'm just chasing all the small highs
I'll find something good tomorrow
Try and find a better life I
swear there's nothing better there
Who cares for things beyond what
The train passes every Wednesday at 7
Cutting me off on my way to the night shift
I sit and watch the parade of lumber
Along 40 cars, a procession of industry
That has no need to stop in this town
As we have none, just a post office
And an abandoned mill down the street
The caboose is in sight,
slowly dredging out of the forest for its appearance
A sign that I can finally get to my work
15 miles away
Boys will be boys
That’s how the world works
Trying out tons of toys
When they fuck up- joy
There’s a lesson unearthed
As boys learn to be boys
With sticks, guns, things that destroy
Learning what gives them worth
Only the best from their toys
Put that lipstick down Roy
That’s the worst kind of quirk
You’re not a girl; be a boy
See those guys, they’ll annoy
you, beat you up, be real jerks
You don’t play with the right kind of toys
Learn fast ‘fore their ploys
Leave you under the earth
Roy, boys best be boys
Go and get a better toy
WELCOME HOME
LIVING ROOM - AUSTIN (16) is watching television on the couch, textbook in front of him. ENTER GILBERT (20), STAGE LEFT, holding a duffel bag and trying to sneak in. AUSTIN catches him in the corner of his eye, but doesn’t look fully.
AUSTIN
Failure.
GILBERT
(pauses, then enters conversation) It’s nice to see you again, too.
AUSTIN
I thought you “weren’t coming back”.
GILBERT
Things change, okay? I can’t predict the future.
AUSTIN
No, but you can actually try for once. Ooh! Maybe if you had pretended to pay attention in class, you would’ve accidentally learn something!
GILBER
It's a small town, but I really wanna live in it
Somehow, if there's a way I wanna bring you to a
Small town. I wonder what you'll think of it
And it's a small place, but it feels so natural to go your
Own pace, in a town like this so come and see the
Small place. Do you really wanna go?
I'd give anything to go back home but you
Even though there's so much more to roam, I knew
In the end I'd wind up in circles go back where the stream trickles past
I want to
Move up to Maine
I swear you'll love it there with the fields of trees and the cold air
And you've always wanted a change of pace I swear
Forget the city lights the days we both have sa
She strived to get both ice and fire
But can’t acquire both ice and fire
Cold to the touch and yet inspired
A quest to find her both ice and fire
The chilling wind above the spire
Preachers despise both ice and fire
In dead of night, a small spark sired
The forest is mired with ice and fire
Warnings read and thrown with ire
It’s now required, the ice and fire
His cool, quick gaze ignites desire
Each step a lighter of ice and fire
United steam goes higher and higher
But can’t unite both ice and fire
the sun rises blue
over a pictured canvas
to wake up drawings
purple mountains rise
to great heights soaring oer all
maybe eight inches
grass of blue and red
and green, maybe aubergine
outdoor design’s hard
he sighs at their work
the roof is not all drawn in
now there will be leaks
the city is still
neighbors saying their hellos
never waving back
what he once called home
has begun to fade away
soon to be background
it’s a perfect day
as the sun still rises blue
now and forever