~Missing You~

You ran or buried your head in the sand, from what? The bills that didn't get paid anyway the weight of your life coming to fruition without definition and now there's no place to lay your weary, tattered, battered, head to rest. Where did the confusion transfuse itself into an illusion that life would create a path less taken and forsaken all other's keep only unto a frightened little boy child as mommy cradle's his ego in her arms. Wrapping him up in a chloroform soaked blanket just long enough to keep baby sleeping soundly, never to awaken unless the sound was mild. 

Running fast and hard, why? To avoid the cause and effect of that noose around your neck, hiding your disdain and disrespect behind steel blue eye's that some how wreck my concentration with every wicked glance. Hypnotizing me so I can't feel the pierce of your lance numbing the burn from the fact that you won't return to those days back when I stole you in the night out of mommy's sight just for you to take a bite out of this thing that we call life. 

Tag you're it! Take that shit, ball it up, toss it across the rolling stone collecting moss in a hazy smoke filled room that was left too soon. Leaving you unprepared to become a groom to your new wife; the United States Army. Wear that olive green uniform, imagine that this place will shelter you from the storm that will rage inside until you turn a page or just collide with a reality that in fact will not be what is necessary to bandage mommy's little boy child's wounded knee. Was it me that made you run, were you just running a con--Throwing "Yoko" in my face, starting a fire in our sacred place, trying to erase the music that we made covered in the cool shade oblivious to the heat of the afternoon sun that was already eclipsed by the moon, dear John?
 
Now you find Jesus lying awake in the manger away from the danger. While changes came over me that I did not see, were going to be something that you could not accept. Tell you? You should have told me! I know that you could see this little girl with "daddy" issue's attracted to the same, not wanting to be different from the many in a world that we invented with booby traps hidden so not to let anyone in to inject rotting attitudes from creative prudes. Walling out the few who would reflect opinion's off a mirror blinding us with their righteous indignation which in itself is a form of neglect. Little tomboy blue, still true to you and the value's that were twisted up like a garnish in her drink, able to attract both man and woman with a wink, pulling them in and throwing them out because the doubt that should have been a lesson learned still goes unanswered in her mind leaving an ache and yearn, a fear that makes her gut's churn trying to imagine what nightmare comes next. This lesson to be learned ; she couldn't find in any text, leaving her quite vex at mommy's little boy child, who's a man child now all the way on the other side of her heart, no longer collecting moss, answering to himself as boss, he's the captain of his own fate,
 
she's hoping that she's not too late at least to stand on the outside of his heart and look in, once again able to enjoy that crooked grin. On the outside looking in trying to find a way to remind him of the electric air that they took in, back in the day. The charge of the mortals growing old together, searching the portals that they were warned would scorch their tiny hands already bloody from trading the thorns with no roses striking odd poses to capture the other's attention, directing it to a dimension that neither could explain to the other but would protect them from the rest of the multicolored travesties experienced together along their quest. Where do we go from here. Travelling on a magic carpet that's become so shear from the relentless dripping of tears flowing down from eyes that despise the ravages of time. Standing here alone with my instrument in tune, ready to croon with you once again in our band not wanting to demand waiting for you mommy's little boy child to pull your head from the sand.