Are You Reading Me?
She was your match
You dreamed of fire
And gave her a scratch
As sparks flew higher
But here’s the catch
All flames expire
The embers grow cold
And you feel the chill
Of no one to hold
Who gives you a thrill
Which makes you less bold
With a withering will
The days blur by
You live with your lot
No point to cry
You took your shot
So many things die
At the old fire spot.
It’s okay to be flat
When playing for those
Content to remain on the plain.
In key? None of that!
But someone who knows
Is begging you, please, to refrain!
We don’t see each other much these days
He's busy being a teen
While I grow more set in my ways
And reluctantly careen
Right into the golden years
Despite the tarnished sheen
As he encounters grinding gears
Within the old machine
And hopefully he’ll figure out
When dangling between
Their dogma and internal doubt
To always use his bean.
My heart is filled with fire
Though you don’t feel the same
Amused by my desire
You fan the futile flame
Through a twisted wire
But this is not a game
The circumstance is dire
Despite your lack of shame
I make room on this pyre
For you to finally claim.
I'm slowly sinking down
To depths I’ve never known
And fear that I may drown
Less-than-buoyant, alone.
But how can one convey
I'm slowly sinking down
For most will simply shrug and say,
“Hey things will turn around,
so there’s no need to frown!”
They won’t see how far you’ve sunk,
“You’re slowly sinking down?
C’mon let’s go get drunk!”
But I of course refuse
A night out on the town,
Detachment has its dues,
I'm slowly sinking down.
