Nights without sleep
And complexes of silence
Summer skies weep
Flowers bloom negligence
I'm making plans for the
And cover-ups for friends
While I'll trek corners of serenity
I'll plan the plot, theme and end.
Surrounded by literature
Or asleep beneath the bend
I'll wear elegance or I'll wear comfort
I'll have a coin or two to spend.
I'll buy ink and pastry a
And kidnap pages I'll never read
I'll encapsulate thought and entry
Of jounals and the scatter of seed
My company will be my own
My art and logic will suit as a crown
I guarantee I'll go at my very own speed
Because people just slow me down
There is only one state of
"Too Close For Comfort"
"Two of a kind"
But sometimes you need the intimacy
To gain and see what you're trying to find
Nobody fulfills perfection
Nobody surpasses sunlight
It is still nice to hold hands untainted
Its still nice to clasp close and tight
To be alone is necessity
Silence is all I require
Intricate designs fit perfectly
On a mask I've lost all desire
Carry Me Gently
All My Emotions
A Fabricated Journey Of Tomorrow.