On camera, the room looked round.
Viewed from the inside, however, that was definitely not the case.
And why did they decide to make a space, especially such an important one, that way?
Look, they were still British in their own special way, so why not.
Lifting those around her with the strength of her humor
Always trying to coax a smile and plant a seed of happiness
Understanding sometimes people need to cry
Giving them the space in those moments to finish watering their emotional crop
Helping eventually the next crop of the giggles to grow after that soaking
Cacophony of voices raised
Harmoniously lifting the spirits of those around them
Obsessed with the space between the tones
Replicating structures of sound that evoke primal emotions
Unleashing a common experience
Sending that energy into the universe
Determined to examine the nuances of the letter
Every word, space, and paragraph were dissected
To ascertain the possible meanings, both implicit and implied
And at the end of it all
It came down to only one thing
Lefty kept hanging around Ryan
Orbiting without a reason, leaving Ryan
Ornery and wishing a comet would crash into Lefty
Sending Lefty into deep space
Eventually finding another person’s gravity well
Home is home, but sometimes you just live in a place
Outside is allowed to get ragged, inside things are just left where they are
Vistas of unkept memories and mementos cast aside without a care
Eclipsing all hopes of doing something about it, to make it a livable space
Leaving you to wonder if it is just a condemned dwelling, or a wasted life
Perhaps you should sit quietly and think about what if…
Or at least open your mind to the possibilities
Now that you see what is available, you can take action
Determine how to make the changes needed to get there
Everything action leading to the next, but…
Remember all that action stems from the moments of silence.
Being depressed on a day where light rains down from a robin’s egg sky
Leaves her wanting to curse up and down for feeling blah on such a perfect day
Ultimately, she goes to her safe space, puts on some B.B. King, and curls up in a ball
Enveloped in her azure blanket, she lets loose her own rain
Picking the right color is so important to create the correct atmosphere
A shade too dark and it puts people in a somber mood
If its too light they will feel not grounded in the space
Now if you go for a wild color, well that just causes people to go insane
That’s why the world believes in beige, and why I avoid it like the plague.
Jumping fists flying through the empty space
As breath explodes from her chest
Blow after blow on her imaginary opponent