Petals fall as curtains call and the last clap travels through the air like thunder I raise five then take a bow and suddenly I'm staring six feet under the floor slips out from under me and I collapse into the arms of a tree "tundra", zips through my mind and everyone leaves me to rediscover my roots as they wind and contort searching the dark abyss with gnarly fingers splayed continuing their raid no emotion to emanate but the rage these motions indicate the corrosion increases the rate of the heartbeat rippling through the lakes trying not to drown in everything that I've been holding down everything that had been bottled up cause now the bottle's soaked the ground, can see your reflection it's so profound but I'm here now, if you drive the highway of my mind all night you'll find I like to keep the lanterns lit but all the lit lights are out of sight, you'll find that no matter how hard you try with all your might you can't escape the hazy maze made of the fright, the walls are the ceiling and the ceiling is the floor, hear that, understand that, now you feel less but know more, is the price to pay really so raw, you always looked for the lock but "life's an open door", opportunity is not property for which you have to battle and when your mind is gone a roof over you head is mindless chattel watch as I snap all- to be honest they say time is just an illusion, the real illusion is whether or not you choose to believe in scientific, fourth-dimension allusions, seven to go cause seven's so even watch them leave then pick up the pieces sow a seed, and reap your heart's harvest take all the "time" you need "distance over speed" but my velocity is sub-zero, going backwards because the world is only full of subbed heroes near the end zone excuse me while I rearrange my bones in this new age the rib cage is supposed to protect my heart but I guess my cover's blown must've missed a loan so I'll be alone until I find another heart to call my home?
