I declare, I swear, the brain is merely a myriad
Of pertinent images and feelings
Bottled up and unable to buckle down and let me think clearly
But oh, it's only a passing episode
I feel like I've grown too fast
Desiring more than my age can sustain
More than my friends can comprehend
A lack of an end to my older desires
And I desire parts of the past
The present has never satisfied and never will
But after leaving such a harsh environment I feel my creativity flow
So if I desire the past, and desire aspects of the future
Is there a life for me yet? A constant limbo with body akimbo
Trying to fit myself through smaller and smaller rings
Shiny things, they are, and they catch my eye
While my mind continues to pass by
After all the summer has yet to arrive
Why am I so envious? Why am I tortured by what others possess?
To be happy with what I have seems to dismiss my love
My love is important to me, fill me Elliot, and I need it, I need her
The idea of her
Both?
Both. Two, two, two, ONE, two, ONE, two, two, nothing at all
And then there's my self, next to nothing, on the far side
I tried, I did, and what was I given but the grapes of wrath
And the wrath and the rage bestowed upon me gathers the dust
And I can't help but leave the human spirit behind as it left me behind
I am myself, and my self needs, you see, a matter of integral desire, longing
John, John, can't you see your own flaw? Your very own?
But I digress...
I desire the future
But when the future becomes the present it becomes the antithesis
Of my desires
So if the future is nothing but the present later on,
I need a time machine
My escape is my downfall
And it leaves me satisfied but full of want
What can one do when one's escape takes one back to reality?
Especially when one is landed alone
To find one's way home alone
And arrive in one's bed alone
To sleep alone, to dream alone
All One's Alone.
