just maybe
i will be out of the way
i think we will be okay
listening on the lawn

everybody is here
can’t you tell?
i will bend your ear
if you will be near

bust my soul
leave me cold mother
i would go back to nature

the magic man has taken my dreams
i thought i could have it made
i caught spiders and monsters
swinging from my lampshade

so many things unpaid
it is a compromise
that leaves me like weak glue

caricatures are there in my sleep
of distorted people
waning like tarmac in the heat
i open my eyes to an even less real world