Monday, November 30, 2009

regress

Back to the habit of bein a jackrabbit, poppin out top hats like it was magic. I'm held down to the bottom, shown last to the audience and to the children surroundin. Like a one trick from one of your sleeves, you use me then tuck me and leave. I feel pretty insignificant from the actions you bring, when I'm the only talent that can dance and sing. Like a puppet you hold me in strings, used to wipe me down whenever I teared. Used to feed me nibbles now it's just magic, "Now you see me now you don't" kind of garbage. I am Jack's angry little heart, should of known the endin right from the start. It's a show after all, its all predispositioned, to entertain at all cost with no regards to condition. Just like your love, all part of an act, I come close to add you push to subtract. You plus me it can never be, me plus you is so hard to see. I regressed back to the point of rabbits, waitin for a trick to come then get fed carrots. The point I dreaded when long ago I hopped from you, your magic trapped me back what can I do? Tricks aren't meant for play, and not for fragile hearts left to decay.Lose me now and find another pet, I regressed to the point of the known regret. Progress aint easy when you hold me down, you hold me down to the point I drown, in sorrows. I look at the past for a better tomorrow. You're the laziness of afternoons you're the reason why I burst and why I bloom. See you soon, see you later, see you when we get better. I thought love was endless but now I'm restless, not sure why suppressed emotions aren't dealt with. Deal of a lifetime if the dream comes true, only thing I see that happenin is with you.

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