I can write a song or bake a cake
without batting an eyelash
downshift around an S-turn or beat you at chess
without cheating
hold a firefly in my hand without flinching
and live to tell the tale
(more)
but I can't make you think of me before you fall asleep
or star in your dreams if you do
because if I did, it wouldn't count
it's never worth it if the cards are stacked
better to feel the dice in the palm of your hand
a snap of the wrist then just let go
soak it all in and let the color shine through
it always does in the end
cream rises to the top
it's automatic and overdue
there's a sincerity underneath it all
it rings true and loud in all the right parts
with a subtle whisper to keep you going
in case you run out of steam
a concept that's highly debatable in certain cases
or so I've heard
the inside always shines bright
and I can't stop the flutter
or the signal
it keeps humming
buzzing underneath everything
and makes me smile hard
if I try hard enough I can pretend we held each other but
the night that wasn't always takes over
to my deepest regret
and persistent sorrow
but I snap back twice as hard and to a fault
some things do remain the same
another fault
in a manner of speaking
so now I dance
hard and fast and without remorse
keep the tempo up and the beat moving
when you prune the weeds the flowers get more sun
sometimes they blossom even when your back is turned
they keep me company while marking my place
and there's a piece of me in each bloom
with no expiration date
and no spatial concerns
(less)