Paint a picture or write a song. Since I can’t paint:
Fall
I’m not gonna fall for your poisonous seductions
I’m not gonna snag in the barbed wire of your voice
You can’t lose me now in your enchanted forest
Cause, Baby, I know I’ve got a choice
My shadows comin’ up, but I try to keep him down
And that’s when I start to lose control
My shadow’s comin’ up, but I try to keep him from
escapin’ from the cracks that line my soul
I’m gonna let my demon out, I’m gonna take him to the circus
And, baby, you’re invited too.
I’ll lift my hands up high, ask the universe to preserve us
Cause now, that’s the best that I can do
The hail keeps coming down, now it’s tearing up my flowers
The weather god will flash his wicked grin
The bicycle tire is flat, and all the spokes are broken
But that’s OK, cause it only takes me where I’ve been
This is unrelated, but I wanted to post this reading by E.E. Cummings:
