Out of view / my eyes cannot see
that far. That deep. That true /
the storyline turns blue.
The storyteller's stunned, how amazing
The landscape run out of colors,
and I just sit and glaze a candy sky. Yelling,
is my mother at me now,
what did you do to your life, how
you happened to find yourself
trapped in the light?
I can't help, just replies
the opposide side of my self,
it's like being bounded in a web,
tied to the bouncing sounds. Shall I
handle what remains?
Or just rest
on the wasted relics of what
that used to be my future?