I'm dancing
or am I?
maybe it's just my imagination
running away
away away away
to a place that's too far
for me to imagine
I'm a fragment
of an old vase
no longer fit for holding flowers.
feeling unwanted
I slip back through the cracks
but pandora's box
left us long ago
I'm not a philosopher
but I am lonely
and my tears
are like knives
but without the blood,
because the feathers are all off in the wind
and dust covers the grave
of my old self
my good self
my humanity lost
with a black leather jacket and sunglasses
and winks from a boy I barely loved
innocence is blessed
like the clean rain
and tears of angels
or bullets of cold from heaven
I used to know
I used to feel
I used to hold
but now I just
imagine
because reality has passed me by
reality reality reality
is almost a dream now
I sit in my car
watching the traffic run by
traffic is reality
that airplane flying over the deerfoot, it's a distant reality
the elf that gave me a flat tire
now that's imagination