Clouds in the sky
dance before my eye,
ephemeral and free,
so touching to me
that I can’t help but cry.

The burden and the blame,
the stain on my name;
the feelings of guilt
fall as layers of silt,
petrifying my shame.

The padded white walls,
and the sanitary halls,
artificially pristine,
like they’re trying to clean
the disgrace of the fall.

Regardless the song
keeps flowing along,
hurried and breathless,
fevered and restless,
injured…but strong.

The superficial
and artificial:
see if you can take
something so fake,
and make it official.

A family of four
who wants one more
has fun trying,
but I’m not lying,
they’re a little sore.

The voice whispered,
“You should have kissed her,
but you lost your head,
you froze instead,
and now you’ve missed her.”

I’ve lost the light
guiding me tonight;
I can’t find the way,
and I’m starting to stray
to the sinister.

I catch the beat,
walking down the street,
and I’m surrounded
by the sounds and
I can’t help but tap my feet.

An elective
too selective
mars reflection,
breeds rejection,
warps perspective.