Sometimes it scares me, this childhood fantasy of growing up and "settling down". The amercian dream. White house, white fence, white cubicle at work. So sterile, and surreal. Boundaries never seeping past the front door way or the office. To go and come everyday, and work so ideally never leaving home. Trapped, like a dog chasing it's tail, alone in small-town America. Why would you stay bundled up? Shielded from the world like this, in this perfect suburban life. There's more to life, to dreams, to futures, why waste it on just one thing. Fly, and fail, spread your wings and take a chance because in the end it doesn't matter. Im afraid, not of failing, but of being trapped and never flying. Don't let yourself fall in.
A touch, a glimpse, sudden urge unknown. In the dark, the lights cover the sins of thoudsands. But tonight it doesn't matter. Tonight the dusk has come. Silk sheets slide togeather and apart. Skin with hints of butter. Charcoal shards of things that may be slipping through the dark. A boy and girl, breath mixing breath. Summer nights live on forever.
She said don't do it if it hurts you. Her words echoed in his mind. Searching till they took hold of something bringing it to light. She said love don't hurt, it should never be too much. Don't go chasing a dog with a leash, or you just may end up lost on a street, far behind and alone.
Soft tears slip down inside holed up unescapeable. Nothings changed. The same look and hint the same glance and shift away. You asked, the only one I wanted to and you did, but she called you back. Dog to her side and I was still the same. The only one who could tell. So I'll go again and hide. Maybe one day these scars will show but for now they're hidden in darkness.
A laugh like silver a dash of lace. A broken heart and sick-sweet smile. Scars and wounds of battered minds. Will the waves stop crashing? Or will you not wait a while?
