coming or going.
only two days of school left. a month can disappear right before your eyes in a heart beat, or a deep breath. friends are returning, only to leave again. not a prisoner, just a captain on a lost ship; any direction will be fine, but keep moving. and it's the moving that drives me, a pace to motivate and continue the journey. these tricks that I have can dazzle, distract you from the smoke and mirrors. fuck that. hold yourself up for all to see. take that leap....take it....
a deaf violinist, plays on the docks
he's missing a tooth and he stands on a box
his gestures are feverish, his cheeks wet with tears,
he sleeps in his jacket, or so it appears
he plays from the late afternoon through the evening
and bows with his hat in his hand before leaving
he plays for the angels themselves, i'm convinced of it
because no music at all comes out of his instrument
a deaf violinist, plays on the docks
he's missing a tooth and he stands on a box
his gestures are feverish, his cheeks wet with tears,
he sleeps in his jacket, or so it appears
he plays from the late afternoon through the evening
and bows with his hat in his hand before leaving
he plays for the angels themselves, i'm convinced of it
because no music at all comes out of his instrument