Being bound to his pillow sounds heavenly
Even to the point that she dreamt of it
Daytime and duties of motherhood always arrived and shattered that fantasy
Knowing how to fly wasn’t the hard part
It was when you attached a large sail of cloth to your back
Then stood at the top of a cliff and took that first step
Everything from there was just physics
So all this preponderance of togetherness made Pete practically sick to his poor stomach
Pushing people away was what Pete was professional at
Leave him in a group of pleasantly participating people
It was doomed to pyrotechnics and pointless pugilism
Then he would peace out, professing he had to pee.
Obviously moving out of his cubicle was kind of a big thing
Furniture could stay though. Joe was moving on up.
Full boxes piled high, he snaked through the doorway
It felt good to put his stuff on top of his desk
Couldn’t keep the smile off his face when he was able to close the door
Even though this kingdom was small, it was his and only his
So you feel run down and empty?
Pampering can replenish the old fuel tank
All you need is time and money
Can’t things just remain the same?
He shook his head reading the paper about another closure
As if being single wasn’t hard enough
Now where would he meet women? He hated Tinder.
Going on Twitter just made his skin crawl
Even though this virus likely wouldn’t kill him, his love life was RIP.
So everyone turned to Clarice after Bob’s anonymous claim of infidelity
His smug smile staining the words even more
As Clarice’s spirit dimmed further under her friends’ looks of surprise and horror
Didn’t they understand the darkness she lived in?
Everyone should have a chance of finding a bit of sunlight, shouldn’t they?
Bubbles piled high upon the water
As she slipped underneath the water’s surface
The hot water became intimate, kissing her whole body
Her need to breathe forced her to surface, but she still felt the love
All she ever let them see was her screen face
Cold, aloof, mysteriously beautiful
The fact is she was scared, scarred, and so plain was something to hide
Oh there were times she thought about letting go of the persona and just be
Reality was she was too committed to her craft to let her audience down
As the alien ship slowly descended to the ground
Rachel tried to hold it together. She wished Lisa wasn’t late for their date
Reality seemed to warp, making her knees buckle as the craft touched down
It slowly opened to reveal a blinding light
Valiantly she took one step forward, then the second
As she got closer, she could see vague shapes
Later, Lisa looked at the scorched earth and wondered where Rachel was