Inside the creamy texture of your life
I lie dying to dive in the diluted and
Cut through it so sharp
That I vanish taking my scent along Sometimes all I want to be is a fish
But your nets catch on my fantasies,
Pulling me up so harshly
That the air wrings my water from me When the autumn’ s silence captures my mind
And I sway in the trance of the singing birds
Your claps and snaps break my bubble
Forcing me to join the crowd I need not be made
A slave to your recurring anxiety,
Another stupefied fool of your assemblage or
Another dish of your sullen pantry. Let me, oh just let me run
Know that I’ d love you still
In my sun-kissed sweating skin
In the soreness of my pulsating whim I long to taste water on my overly sweetened tongue