Strange not to wonder
Who doesn't see me
And note my behavior
Fell out of key
With eyes that can pierce
Through the back of my head
But the gaze doesn't meet there
And foolishly I'm led
Try to be honest
In every account
But my reflex resisted
And I wont get it back
With a mind that can wander
Through cities of thought
I wonder how it could be
Basically...
...Maddening
Barely there attached to me...
I'm nearly distraught
See my perfect imprecision
Led out by my own decision
Distanced from my declarations
Not for your unheard ovations
For half of the time
Confusion was spent
I turned on a dime
And away you went
So goodbye to your eyes
In the back of my mind
Just imaginary ties
...Simply
...Inherently
I've fallen out of key...
And onto the line
"...Spilt milk and all that. You keep sobbing over the puddle. Eventually, it'll sour. And that's no fun."
"But I try to see it as a blessing in disguise."
"Whatever floats your boat... In milk."
