i felt sad in my old days
painfully aware of social shortcomings
insecurities,
always making successful homecomings

shapes used to fill my bedroom
when i was five or six
here was a space at the end of my bed
where my imagination would perfectly fit

there is a lease on your heart
and it is tied –
to someone who is no longer there

the illusions of this government
the nature of people
they believe in what they are told
self interest,
has firm grip and an even tighter hold

people appear to connect to me
and i think i am fine
i wonder though,
where did i learn my lines?

that woman wants to be sexy
i have seen her pictures
that staged look,
the cleavage,
and the babbling brook

it is tiring
isn’t it?
let’s build a nest
and fly away somewhere