He’s trapped,
Attached to the surface.
Surrounding him is the big blue,
Some might say he floats.
All around him is water, like a blanket for the Earth.
Green is secondary like Earth,
Blanket tied around him, he’s trapped.
He’s scared, why should he be it’s just water,
Covering him but deep down he’s dry, it’s just the surface.
Holding him up, he floats,
Like sitting on a cloud in a sky’s big blue.
Is this sadness? A mind all blue,
Expansive yet trapped, like us on Earth.
Going on a trip through space, he floats,
He’s now in a spacesuit, trapped.
Falling towards the surface
Into cold, cold water.
No longer surrounding him, the water.
Other colors surround him besides the big blue,
Fourth dimension, that’s colors beyond the surface.
Rods and cones only see colors on Earth,
With him make your vision un-trapped.
In his mind ideas float.
To us he floats,
From our perspective there is water.
In his mind he is no longer trapped,
To us he is caught in the big blue.
In the end we are all on Earth,
Except him, he’s left the surface.
Their bodies touch,
Planetary bodies float.
Him and Earth,
Wet like water.
Biggest blue,
And its trapped.
He’s mad on the surface but liquid like water.
Can float but can’t be blue.
Trapped on Earth.
Oh the kids we used to be,
Down by the park,
Playing on the same tree.
Around the swingsets,
All we did was chase bees,
We were just friends back then,
You better believe.
Oh the kids we used to be,
In our beachtown,
Running to the sea.
That golden sunset,
Made you so full of glee.
Trip on the boardwalk,
Don’t worry about that scratch on my knee.
Oh the kids we used to be,
Nobody can tear us apart
Certainly you will see,
We had everything we wanted,
Never had to beg on our knees.
Except for one thing,
Back when you didn’t think about me.
In the present,
We argue and no,
I do not get the pretense.
Don’t want to play like we used to,
Don’t worry I can get the sense.
Staring out the same window
No longer do I want to see that picket fence.
In the present,
One final try,
Manage to put up that tent.
No longer want to be here,
In the house she went.
Silent for sure,
Left me all alone to lament.
In the present,
Things aren’t so simple,
Everywhere is dissent.
Now we just think about one thing,
So consumed by consent.
Crude thoughts in a bedroom alone,
Throw me in church to repent.
The front windscreen gleams,
That boulevard didn’t used to call me at night,
Headlights used to show dark scenes.
The day I broke my phone,
Your last call haunting my dreams.
Though it painted a picture,
In watercolor sits you in your pretty blue jeans.
The front windscreen gleams,
Exposing storefronts more corporate than before,
Which came first? This or the violent regime.
Now we are enemies of the state
Plotting deadly schemes.
Sharing plans but still confused,
I don’t know if we are on the same team.
The front windscreen gleams,
Now I sit on your polygraph,
You have exposed my barbarous daydreams.
As separated as church and state,
Oh surely this is our requiem,
Our last moments together,
All I hear are your screams.