Divided Unity

No Sense to be Made

One foot out the window

The second quickly follows

The crack of a recycling lid

Atop a bin of hollow

Close the window from the outside

Pray the room beside pays no notice

Slip out with the peace of a sakura

The grace of a wilted lotus

It takes a minute, maybe two

For my whole figure to get through

I'm petrified of being found

As the source of a thundering sound

The pane closes, but not all the way

No trace outside of the sun of day

Step onto old leaves below

And be on my nightly way

Turn left, walk to the corner

Under a green and white sign lit by old town lights

They tower over the intersection

And disrupt the peace of night

The sound of bike wheels approaches

And soon skid to a halt

I recall times when we were so quiet to each other

That changed like barley to malt

We went along my lifelong street

Under a stretch of trees

Secrets concealed in black Prada leather

That I choose not to free

Continue down the road to the alley

Where my childhood memories lie

7 Eleven's colors shining

Brighter than cloud-covered stars in the sky

Even when things are recent

I can't tell you why they're a blur

But all I can tell you is this

The greatest nights like that are with her

When your mind is all but shivering

In the sharp gaze of shattered hopes

What you need is somebody

Who'd rather climb than tie that rope

Soaked fields at schools forgotten

And bleacher rants galore

Some questioning and laughing

At what a hollow roof is for

Stargazing through the gap

Thinking, twelve hours til' the bell rings

Except when it's the weekend

That's when only morning birds sing

Donuts and ice cream all the way

Down a street with a field of Green

Walk over an empty freeway

Throw a rock down, barely seen

Poke fun at trucks for Meijer

Stop by another 7 Eleven of shade

Best nights like this means the world's distorted

And there is no sense to be made.