2018.02.25.
Dogs and cats
Trying to understand
Hear you say the sky is blue
But every time I look it's black and dark grey
The room is shrinking slowly while time stops
I've made an escape plan but I'm trapped in your body
It's raining dogs and cats
It's raining frogs and toads
It's raining dogs and cats
It's raining boulders
Trying to find peace
Looking for a hidden message
Everything tangles up in an uncertain eternity
Empty eyes stare
An alarm is ringing
It won't stop before it's eaten up all your charm
It's raining dogs and cats
It's raining frogs and toads
It's raining dogs and cats
It's raining boulders
It's raining boulders
It's raining boulders
Do you hear the trumpets
Do you see the black horses
Come galloping
To take you with them
You've touched the apples
With your dirty fingers
You are the infected
They'll take you with them
Do you hear the trumpets
Do you see the black horses
Come galloping
To take you with them
You've touched the apples
With your dirty fingers
You are the infected
They'll take you with them
It's raining dogs and cats
It's raining frogs and toads
It's raining dogs and cats
It's raining boulders
It's raining boulders
It's raining boulders
2018.02.25.
Weekday
The same old lesson
The same old words
The same old waltz
The same old chorus
Eating the same old breakfast
The same old grits
Making the same old dinner
Tofu, chickpeas and rice
The same old league
The same old team
Feeling the same old happiness and the same old resentment
Having the same old quarrel
Waging the same old war
Making the same old mistakes
Feeling the same injustice
Two steps to the side and three steps back
Get up on your feet
Stretch your hands to the ceiling
Two steps to the side and three steps forward
A smooth and steady old weekday dance
Meeting the same old backyard
Living on the same old block
In the same old stairway hearing the same old rock
Lying on the same old sofa
Sitting around the same old table
Smell the same old scent from the same old chair
Two steps to the side and three steps back
Get up on your feet
Stretch your hands to the ceiling
Two steps to the side and three steps forward
A smooth and steady old weekday dance
The same routines
The same discipline
Walking the same street to the same melody
I know the steps
I know them by heart
Soon I'll be home where everything has its own place
Two steps to the side and three steps back
Get up on your feet
Stretch your hands to the ceiling
Two steps to the side and three steps forward
A smooth and steady old weekday dance