With a shrug of the shoulder
and a gentle roll of the eyes
with just a silent sigh
without a wonder why

just a mirror image
that changes with the mood
just a glow of the past
buried just slightly in the sands of time
never one to chase the sadness
im listening to on tv
on a screen
silver line scream
dead beat dream
in a headlight beam

its not a broken home
nor a broken heart
its just damaged
perhaps I stepped on it
a time or two
maybe three
four or seven
eleven or fifty
seventy or more
I lost count by the fridge door
but I cant remember
perhaps that was my brain
bout the time I lost my pen
but then again maybe I stole it
maybe I am a kleptomaniac
or maybe that's not me
am I dreaming?
im dreaming, water isn't pink
and it isn't summer
not in these parts
the parts of the woods I get lost
at all cost
the cost of a can of soda
a soda I drunk while riding a bike
a bike that was a gift
I gave away but kept it
kept everything I wanted
cause I never got the void-filler
but I guess it doesn't matter
I pass off with a shrug of the shoulder
and a gentle roll of the eyes
and oh that's what my parents meant.
Written by anonymouslyhere (Pariah Shadow)
Published | Edited 9th Jan 2015
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