I’ve noticed these percieved novelties,
Infatuated by ancient vanity.
Descendant of Eve.
A Rarity of sorts.
Coerced in the midst of love.
Where is my heart?
Locked in a chest on rainy days,
The sun has risen,
your eyes, lips and body-language tell a story.
Words said while laying in parallel thought.
Better days on the horizon tomorrow,
No need for a bird to chirp for land.
Loose lips leave lines drawn in the sand.
This ship has docked,
The chest is nowhere to be found.
Lost at sea as I read between the lines,
Trying to figure out this map of love.
Who can I trust?
Who can I believe?
Some say my comrades,
Yet they left what’s important to me at sea…
Which bottle will be my amigo tonight?
Ciroc, Tequila or Wine?
Chugging as if I have somewhere to be.
Truly it’s just my thoughts, the darkness and me.
Take a seat…
Take a sip of this long island tea…
Did I forget to mention it’s on the list of things to drink?
The weight of the world on my shoulders,
a million feathers…
Commercialize my thoughts,
and put them in a box.