I liked the world better when cool was real to me; When I saw characters, rather than charicatures.
If I could put you in a frame I'd draw you smiling With a cigarette in your mouth And your hands reaching out for something [...] And if I had your speaking voice I'd never whisper I'd talk and talk and talk
It's not a matter of being jaded If anything maybe I see more depth in people I see human universals
There is beauty in the soft greys of twilight But it is not the same As the vibrancy of bright color on a sunny summer day
Don't put me in a frame upon the mantel For memories turn dusty, old and grey Don't leave me alone in the twilight Twilight is the loneliest time of day
Restricting yourself to reality Is limiting; There is a richer life to be lived Dancing amidst the clouds With eyes open to metaphor, myth, spirit, art, beauty, and cool Or floating with eyes closed Letting all that is not real but can still be felt Flow through your unreal soul posted by Miles 9:49 AM