They were always looking for a place to settle down in
Running was so tiring, and the souls of their shoes were getting holey
It would start with that awkward silence that announced the countdown to launch
But this time there was no moment of quiet in the cacophony of laughter
Everyone deserves to find where their weird is the normal, and that’s how they knew they found their people, their…
Furiously looking for the punchline
Underneath the dross of reality
Nothing there could tease an honest chuckle out of his lips
Nothing warmed his shivering cold soul
Yet his comedy gave the world what he could never have
Reading through the want ads looking for something to do.
Everyone wanted experience, and I haven’t done the time.
Perhaps in the past I would have lied and tried my best.
Learning what I could before I was given my parole.
And applying that knowledge to the next economic sentence.
Can’t believe no matter where I go, there I would chains waiting.
Eventually the robots will come and take all of it away.
Destroying our way of life and setting us free, but to do what?
Sliding down the road
Looking for traction among the glittering ice
Invoking different deities for divine intervention
Pounding to a stop in a snowbank ends the wild ride
Going to give all the words a spin
Looking for the ones that will stick together in a creative way
Under such an scrutiny the words flee from my internal dictionary
Making me feel rather…
Looking at everything that needs to be done
It gets to be so overwhelming
So you want to just make all the items disappear
That means it’s time to burn the…
Finding the remains of summer scattered upon the ground
As I walk along the shrinking daylight
Leaving the time of green behind
Looking toward the time of stark contrasts of dark and white
Being a ballerina had always been his dream
Underneath the bright lights, dancing en pointe
Looking into infinity as he bounded across the stage
Knowing he was the center of everyone’s attention
Yet he knew that being a hippopotamus was going to make it difficult
Charging down the finishing straight
Yellow jersey amongst the cacophony of colors
Creating a chaotic dance of machines and men
Looking to master the course and each other
Every eye eventually bending towards the end in Paris
Falling below the surface of the water
Looking back at the border between the liquid and gaseous states
Opening my mouth, bubbles race away to freedom
As I continue to sink deeper
There I found my value of buoyancy