Songs On Songs

 

Ask me why I don’t

Too much where it flickers

In order to become small

They eat up all their flatter

 

Heavy loaded ears and eyes

Smashing gently in time

Moving nowhere and out

So quietly and still

 

           Songs on songs

           Feels to feel

 

In tunnels of symbols

I have my home

Shoot to see me

Shoot to free me

 

Words drifting around

Crying in their sleep

See the pain inside

Free the hurt in time

 

Swaying lost in a mutter

I will not talk now

Crumpled in a shudder

So nice and beautiful