why me
It was a dangerous game I joined
Twining emotions around each other
Sending them shooting up into a red sky
I knew not how deep the damage would be
And as the shell of my head sorely cracked open
I lost all sense of mobility
You seemed perplexed by a welcomed intruder
So I started to pave a road for myself
And somewhere, I covered my touch with cement
Though I knew it was silly of me to grieve
But as I poured out the bland gray substance
Onto a path I was certain to be headed for
You made my stomache scream and my head spin
'You don't have to surrender'
I gazed at my perfectly designed terrace
It spiraled many times, and curved in strange directions
Too many circles, strayed into black oblivions
Slowly, my body morphed into plastic
I was a player in a game of contingency
Conventional [or not], I would walk this trail alone
No one could empathize, no one would ever want to
Satisfied being the only to go in this direction
I was disturbed by another baffled figurine
One that knew my insides too well
Too well, or perhaps, too right.
And in association, I learned something fascinating for the mind
My game piece was just like this other
So we rolled the dice, and did what was expected
Speaking of strange similarities, of falls which needed not to be taken
Of obstacles neither of us knew we had in common
Over fear and agitation
Over stubbornness, 'I know what is best.'
And finally when the game could not be more frenzied
I felt a quiver of skepticism shoot past my face
There was a problem in the game that was hard to surpass
And the anwser so vivid, but too frightening to obtain
To solve this, we each picked up one dye
Throwing them down to decide what should be done
And opposing my companions deliberate demise
It was a match, an unruly perfection
And could be attained with arms opened wide
But the fellow player chose to quit
Threw their dye down and gave in to an accustomed end
Now here I stand, on abandoned avenue
Wishing my plastic appearance was more than just, that.
Wishing my friend had seen through it all
Wishing loss was not an option, or evident in the least
A game not to vacate from
I will not quit, I did not quit.
For I know I need not to surrender
Simply to realize I am more than just a player
And never to lose what's been created
Because I know you have not quit
But instead pain and guilt have taken control
Building a wall that I will still try to see through
I am aware of it all, and you are as well
But what I know, you haven't grown to accept
Snake eyes
Twining emotions around each other
Sending them shooting up into a red sky
I knew not how deep the damage would be
And as the shell of my head sorely cracked open
I lost all sense of mobility
You seemed perplexed by a welcomed intruder
So I started to pave a road for myself
And somewhere, I covered my touch with cement
Though I knew it was silly of me to grieve
But as I poured out the bland gray substance
Onto a path I was certain to be headed for
You made my stomache scream and my head spin
'You don't have to surrender'
I gazed at my perfectly designed terrace
It spiraled many times, and curved in strange directions
Too many circles, strayed into black oblivions
Slowly, my body morphed into plastic
I was a player in a game of contingency
Conventional [or not], I would walk this trail alone
No one could empathize, no one would ever want to
Satisfied being the only to go in this direction
I was disturbed by another baffled figurine
One that knew my insides too well
Too well, or perhaps, too right.
And in association, I learned something fascinating for the mind
My game piece was just like this other
So we rolled the dice, and did what was expected
Speaking of strange similarities, of falls which needed not to be taken
Of obstacles neither of us knew we had in common
Over fear and agitation
Over stubbornness, 'I know what is best.'
And finally when the game could not be more frenzied
I felt a quiver of skepticism shoot past my face
There was a problem in the game that was hard to surpass
And the anwser so vivid, but too frightening to obtain
To solve this, we each picked up one dye
Throwing them down to decide what should be done
And opposing my companions deliberate demise
It was a match, an unruly perfection
And could be attained with arms opened wide
But the fellow player chose to quit
Threw their dye down and gave in to an accustomed end
Now here I stand, on abandoned avenue
Wishing my plastic appearance was more than just, that.
Wishing my friend had seen through it all
Wishing loss was not an option, or evident in the least
A game not to vacate from
I will not quit, I did not quit.
For I know I need not to surrender
Simply to realize I am more than just a player
And never to lose what's been created
Because I know you have not quit
But instead pain and guilt have taken control
Building a wall that I will still try to see through
I am aware of it all, and you are as well
But what I know, you haven't grown to accept
Snake eyes