bicycleofthoughts

In short, I’m tall.
An emotional brick wall.
One which likes the sweet sweet cold.
Watching as the events unfold.

Looking on as time devours everything.
Even the fortunate ones in the lottery.
The sweet, stupid and impatient girl
becomes the object of mockery.
The brain with the brightest light,
mindless by Tuesday night.

Looking on those stuck in time,
pretending to be someone else,
with no clue to where they are,
or where they wanna be.
Powerless, hopeless and asleep without dreams,
They have no fear, just existential dread.
Wanting me to sweeten the poison,
Sacrifice all the little moments for a big one.

I look on those dancing to the rhythm,
And to the beat of the stick
Afraid and flailing arms to hug the music,
Assume the position and hallucinate,
Paint the colors, string the guitar and escape.

I look at the spider with its web,
For those who smell the nostalgia
For those with the drowning thoughts
Heartbeats that rise and fall every second.
Emotions that the spider never beckoned.
Strings of web that left the spider trapped.
Strings of time that never snapped
Do I even remember it all?
Guess not, All I remember is that I’m tall.